The wind blows where it chooses, you hear the sound of it, you do not know where it comes from or goes.  The wind is certainly doing a lot of blowing of late. Last night (Sunday) it rattled around...

The winter sun shines through the trees, bathing everything it touches in a mellow golden light.  From the kitchen wafts the aroma of fresh coffee. A clock ticks, rhythmically marking the steady...

In recent times I have returned to a hobby of my youth, building model aircraft from kits.  My skills are a little rusty but improving with practice and I now have a growing collection. Even a small...