Golden Passage

         A rumble.      A beat.        A thrust.  A lift.         Freedom. A Girl lays one side of her head on an open window ledge. The wind sweeps salty air lightly through her hair. The sun travels alone overhead with not a single cloud nearby for…

Spinning Round The Golden Circle: Iceland Part Two

 Life encased inside the womb, the origin and the educator. A deafening push of a fruitless tree. An effort silenced by the weight of evolution and ignored by the young who step off the path of realisation.  A fairy tale created to scare with wooden lies.   But the lie recedes and melts with time.…

Prague a stop on my Interrail adventure

A vision captured forever in a lens, lost in an endless cortex of life’s memories. Our own personal quicksand,  But the sense was worth the future lose. In my last post, I wrote about my time in Germany’s main city Berlin!  Berlin you were a lively city that’s heat wave made mushy brainless zombies out of…

Visiting Berlin for the first time

What is transportation but a means to arrive at a destination, but can it be more? Can it be the destination or at least become part of it? Feeling the airbrush your face for the first time as you step from its threshold, the travelling companion by your side each step of the way, you…