This crazy gift called life!

Celtic Dreams You appear in the middle of my night Smile beckoning and eyes twinkling. A happy calmness pervades me, As it always does near you. I wonder upon the adventure You have planned for us this time. Just the sound of your voice and the soft bass of your laughter would content me for hours. I watch your excitement dancing through your eyes as you endeavor to decide. Finally, amazing smile breaking free, You reach for my hand. Laughing, I hold on as you tug me along... feeling a bit like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. I love how you've set me free once again.

Moment volé (Stolen Moment) Calmness settles upon me amongst the tendrils of the fog. The cool moisture beads atop my skin, cleansing the soul within. A lone tree stands sentinel to guard my instance of vulnerability. A soft greyness cocoons me from a constantly shifting world scant inches away. Vague forms bustle by as I languish in my nature-made cloak of invisibility. Quietly enjoying the reprieve from my socially-acceptable persona. I turn the mask slowly and watch its bright, gold reflection dancing in the air. Knowing, inside, my soul mirrors the soft, gentle grey of the fog. Reprieve at an end, I don my gilded mask and reemerge into the world once again.