Gratitude
“Home Is Where The Heart Is”
I left my home of four decades, a year ago today. Moving home is an undertaking, let alone moving a world away This is unfiltered honesty, words intended to be sincere. There's little in life you can be an expert in, only within a year
By Lev. Life. Style about a year ago in Poets
Sleeping with Amsterdam
From my bed, I can see the window that takes up the entire wall. The curtains are double-layered, gray and heavy, with a firm authority to block out the sun’s rays. But now it’s nighttime, and all that’s visible are the lights of the buildings and the lights poles, and of course, the opulent city of Amsterdam, which feels as if it’s right next to the bed—or better yet, as if it’s inside the room.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
