moon
Sometimes when I walk home in the evening, crossing the river I stop midbridge and wonder at the moon. Then, for a few minutes, I try to really become conscious of the fact that exactly one dozen men already walked … Continue reading →
Sometimes when I walk home in the evening, crossing the river I stop midbridge and wonder at the moon. Then, for a few minutes, I try to really become conscious of the fact that exactly one dozen men already walked … Continue reading →