Unfinished business No matter how carefully we plan, there will always be some unfinished business left behind.
False permanency … and while we’re going about our own lives, we have that feeling that nothing around us changes: that things/people are the same as we last saw them. But, we know that it isn’t so. Not quite sure why we have this feeling.
Small birds At every dawn and every dusk A flock of small birds Descends upon pine trees Outside my window. They’re searching for food… … and predators are just lurking…
