Wandering Ponderings

Wandering Ponderings

my mind       not a straight line                                        a curl,        a squiggle, then        

The Night Owl – Haibun

The Night Owl – Haibun

I come alive. I come alive as night falls. My creativity surges with the rise of the tides. I am more awake than I was all day long. In that silence, I am in my element. Nights were meant for

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