Just got back from a relaxing weekend in the hills. There’s something in the air there that gets to me. I have always felt totally at home in these environs; it’s like home, a sense of belonging, of comfort, of freedom. I don’t know. It’s always felt this way doesn’t matter which place it’s been. Whether it’s a commercial tourist destination or a tiny little indescribable hamlet tucked in the hills. Maybe it’s the air…
Hell It's Mine
What we think, what we speak and what we do are never in tune with one another. This page is dedicated to what I think.
