Reflections and realities

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

slow horses can finish too

Now is no time to think of what you do not have...

Help me.

“Those who do not complain are never pitied.” – Jane Austen