Bike Ride (to work)
No traffic. No parking issues. No pollution. Just me, my bike, and the wind in my hair.
HoneyBee
The solitary Bee, Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
-Robert Southey
Melissa.S.Walker@Gmail.com
July 2, 2010 | 10:37
