My Musings

Imagine an encounter with Nymbol in his secret garden. Nymbol is, well Nymbol and I am told a anatomically correct […]

The trail was narrow and dusty winding through the deep dark forest towering overhead. It was so dry twigs snapped

Time went by so fast. I cannot remember all the moments as she told me once again the seasons were

You held the door open beckoning my desire to enter your secret cottage in the forest. There was no visible

The snowflakes drifted like the down of a feather, Cold against my cheeks signals such frigid weather, Stars twinkling through

The winter rains fall from clouds not  so high, Swept by the swirling winds that blow so strong. Dark clouds

I knocked upon your door. You answered, I came in. We embraced, you said get comfortable. I could see a

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and pondered. What was so private at the top of those stairs?

I like to take a weekend or two each month to getaway from the hustle and bustle and relax and