A note of thanks to those who sent photos. The response to my plea was overwhelming! I’m always open to quirky or intriguing shots. Send them to runtshell@gmail.com. 😉 


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Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Ceayr for the photo


We travel to lose

Our old wise selves

Fall in love again


Moon silvered waves ripple in the evening air, a place beguiling, otherworldly.

I could stay here, cease to search, a lone traveller. Have I found my new home? Or shall I go to the village where white squat houses line up beside the tideless sea, where the sun catches on the dome of the white church, where the sand is soft ?

How will I know ? Am I old and wise, will I fall in love again? Maybe I’ll  find  just one more place that  meets my dream.