When we ran at the same speed.

Hey Old Man. I just thought about the Myrafälle, those gorgeous cascades that tumbled down over the limestone hills, through cool leafy woods and forested glens. Photos show that I saw them first as a baby, but my first consciousness of them was their image on the old Austrian stamps we collected together, and the stories you told…

I really miss that bridge…

via:Daily Prompt: Bridge Whenever something changes, it disturbs our ability to interact with the world. A park is bulldozed to be redeveloped into apartments and we lament the loss of beauty in our neighbourhood. You return to a town you visited a decade before, and the quaint little shops were replaced with a steel and concrete mini-mall….