Author: Wander

Time, inexorably, forges ahead. And sometimes so it happens in the life of a man that he longs for the past. Not just the kind of nostalgia that is common among older people. Instead, an intense longing for times that have passed, to relive past experiences with them – bygone people that once meant so much. … [Read more…]

And there she was, her long gray hair neatly brushed to the sides, holding her wooden cane. There she stood waiting, here eyes fixed on the door. Waiting, silently waiting for the love that would never come.