In this fast-paced world of millions, how do you stand out? What is the fingerprint you leave? In order to define myself as unique, I must look at what I do that no one else does.

What beauty there is in the precision of decision once we realize we are headed for an imminent collision.

Who are the Joneses anyway? Some imaginary family to keep up with? Some unattainable standard of living conjured from the media?

It was a cool feeling, really. Then a smell. What’s on my…

“…if you pick something up, you should ask yourself if it brings you joy. If not, it goes.”

Adventuring occurs best…

What else have we thought was something when really it was not? Who else have we blamed for nothing?

Don’t blow by them because it will be at least another year until you see them again.

After the dogs scare all the frogs into the pond,  I sidle up to the perimeter.

Another one crawls by, even larger than the others.