However there was still a problem. Looking round she couldn‘t feel any wind at all from any direction.

A zany look at weight loss?

‘I don’t think I can survive here.’ She stares at me awhile. ‘So, you don’t think you can survive here?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you think that?’

Friends are forever, but life is so clever. It makes us feel, what it is. Those who plough, have to sow. Those who come , have to go. Those who die, have to born.

I met myself today, when I was eight years old. It was raining. Cars pushed puddles onto the pavement and the water rolled along the concrete and licked the large panes of glass in front of me.

A description of a room. See what kind of person you can picture and if the are you.

Friday evening is always special for the Simms family. Zack, Tibbie, and Tot with mom; their weekly time to window-shop together.

"...in the manner of Haiku, still learning..."