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.

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…