Savourer ta source cachée

Some nights belong to music, some mornings to the sea; the moon binds them together in me.

A bookstore is a sanctuary… until your own past follows you in.

Impossible loves are still love; often more epic because of the impossibility.

A Dream Story

To choose another, and to be chosen, is a vow older than the oceans.

To give love is to receive it; to receive love is to give it.

A Pilot’s Journey Through Slow Sand and Flight

In the quiet weight of being stuck, all roads begin to open.

Change hurts. But so does staying the same.

When reality fails you, look to your dream last for answers. At least you will be entertained.

Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived.