Once upon a cocoon

I was quite certain there was more to it; that there was more to life than just living in that seemingly small world.


When I was little, in a child’s point of view, l thought about living in the countryside like being in a cocoon. Most especially during pre-social media era. Slow. Still. Routinary. Out of reach, almost. Continue reading “Once upon a cocoon”

My friend, Flick

Flick was a odd and iconoclastic dog, but he was my dog. He was one of my best friends and someone I loved deeply. That’s why it hurt so much when he died.


“I talk to him when I’m lonesome like, and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose against my tailored clothes, but I never say naught threat. For the good Lord knows I can buy new clothes, but never a friend like that.”  –W. Dayton Wedgefarth Continue reading “My friend, Flick”