Tropical Storm Emily

Tropical Storm Emily. Em has turned 24. Not 18; not 21, but 24. (Blog entries for her 18th, and her her 21st (graduation).

I have given this photo by Max a title. “Em looks on.”

The world is at it is. It is both beautiful and torn down; both loved and despised. Alive and full of death. The ancient towers and parapets now crumble, as the new ones will. 

What is beyond that gentle curve of the water? Where are those wild geese flying off to? What is that hippie-fellow thinking about?

Join the mystery; you are part of it, Em.