An Ode to a Ball of String

I pull your tail, You roll around. I kick you against the rail, You bounce on the ground. You swish and slide. You just bounced back I better run and hide. Stay low, pounce, attack. I love having this game to play. What a joyful toy. I wouldn’t even care that it’s my birthday, Except … Continue reading An Ode to a Ball of String

“because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road . . The sky seemed painted...too beautiful for photo capture to replicate but so lovely I had to try... .