A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love.
A poem, a picture, a rumination.
This borken-winged boy makes me think of a poem I learned in High School, "Dreams" by Langston Hughes. Hold fast, Hold fast to your dreams, broken-winged boy!Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.