Monday, February 25, 2013


Nostalgia can be a powerful sensation. A feeling of longing, ghosts real as persons filling the senses of what recalls a place. These things are lurking just beyond reach but perceptible nonetheless, often palpable to the blood coursing through veins.
I remember this same hotel, a room similar and a brisk night when I met my wife for the first time. I remembered the same last year when I visited then, and this feeling is fitting. After all, nostalgia is powerful like that.

Sunday, February 24, 2013


Random but befitting - traversing the long corridor to the light  in the ground floor of ATL

I've been away from this blog for a month, since remembering a friend.  Life, as we know it, moves on, and so return my words.  Back and ready to resume another fresh start this year.