A time comes to realise you need to close the door to one thing.
A time comes to actually act upon the realisation.
You need to close the door. 113 more words
On a rather warm afternoon I wandered through the suburban streets passing under the blooms of the Poinciana trees who’s fallen flowers created a rich carpet of orange and red upon the pavement..As I crested the hill the vivid blue ocean with dancing white ponies greeted me as an old friend. 448 more words