About a clean slate
As I sit on the plane, I say goodbye. “See you when I see you Dutchland.” Not knowing when I will return feels quite liberating. There are no rules. I make up the rules, and I say there are none…
As I sit on the plane, I say goodbye. “See you when I see you Dutchland.” Not knowing when I will return feels quite liberating. There are no rules. I make up the rules, and I say there are none…
A calming scent reaches up my nostrils as I cross the quaint little bridge in Hoi An. I look up to see where the lovely scent is coming from. A lady is standing at the end of the bow. Her body is completely still….
Blood is seeping through two layers of pants. The entire knee is cut open. Before I took the turn I felt the loose gravel on the road and in a flash it took me back to when I was sixteen and the bike slid from underneath me because I braked on gravel. You’d think I