Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The man was on his knees, trying to retrieve each of his ugly words that were now scattered on the floor. But, of course, it was too late. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A redwood tree sighs, tall, broad, contented. But the aspen tree has itchy feet—as winds blow, it bends, yearning to be a traveling man. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Through the branches of a giant redwood tree already two thousand years old floats a magnificent butterfly, whose life is only two weeks. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com