I live. I learn. I blog.
There exists a powerful universal law that states that if anyone ever asks you to read their poetry, it will be boring. Unless their name is Edgar Allan Poe*. My poems aren’t an exception to this rule, but since I’m not asking you to read what lies beyond, I might circumvent the law on a technicality**.
Boring or not, I love writing in all its forms.
There’s no use in keeping it secret till the end. I almost drowned my cousin-in-law, Angel. (Yes, it was totally my fault.) He said that he enjoyed swimming as a kid, but what he really should have said was “I don’t know how to swim anymore.” I even went shopping with him to buy a swimsuit.
The area where we were to swim was warm and beautiful. I hasted every one in my party along until we stood at the edge of the inviting water. There was no time to hesitate, fun was about to ensue!
Jumping, swirling and pulling Angel with me into the unusually warm Firehole swimming area was indeed, a very bad idea. Read the rest of this entry »