Nothing is real;It’s just what we make it.We’re making the motionsWhile we really just fake it.They feed us the dataAnd like fools we take it,Trying to expand our mind;Instead we
September calls, as the sky transforms, and the days grow shorter.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer, and that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes
While watching the sun rise up over Lake Michigan this morning (in Mid-May at around 5:45 AM), I began to think about ‘opening day’ of fishing season, and where to
