Seasons of Change

Seasons

In life’s seasons of low,  I shall still continue to glow. Each season I shall shed it all, until there is nothing for the wind to blow.  And the next season again I shall grow and grow, until I reach …

Doggie under my table

Port Douglas

At a cafe, facing the four mile beach, across the street at Port Douglas. I sat, sipping a glass of mango smoothie, melting in the summer heat, trickling down beads of water on the outside, into my palms.  I pulled in my …