The Road Goes Ever On And On . . .
Early November, some trees look like golden crowns, others like black skeletons searching for the light in the gloomy day. This Sunday the clouds gave room for the sun, for a while, and a pale blue sky. My walk took me to the ocean, and the fossils. I sat there for a while and found a great many, but the sky threatened with rain, a grey dark cloud coming in from the east. I quickly took my treasures and left the shore and made my way to my boyfriends' place.