Clean cool air strokes my face Exhilaration embraces my soul I ascend high into the clouds Carefully woven fabric my base Closing my eyes...

How did I end up here? Last I knew I was hanging from a tree Am I drowning in this flowing byway? Or am I able to float above  the...

Well, Senior Friends, another Fall is here, with dusk coming earlier and earlier here in Wisconsin. I feel as though I am in the Fall of...