Today I sat staring at a fountain, melancholic and sombre as the time ticked on for the ceremony to start. I sat in a small hall, beautiful red curtains draped at the front, with a sea of pale cream encircling the ever-growing crowd of mourners gathered to celebrate and farewell the man that I refer … Continue reading Waterdrops from a fountain
Before you read on, no. I didn't actually eat a frog. Well, at least not yet. In time perhaps. It's on my bucket list after all, but in this instance, I did not eat any kind of amphibian. When I say "ate a frog" I'm paraphrasing author Brian Tracey and her quote of Mark Twain … Continue reading I just ate a frog.