Tag: Magic

William Golding’s vision was clouded

But that night the boys made a grave error. They fell asleep. A few hours later they awoke to water crashing down over their heads. It was dark. They hoisted the sail, which the wind promptly tore to shreds. Next to break was the rudder.

Keep reading. It’s worth it.

The real Lord of the Flies: what happened when six boys were shipwrecked for 15 months – The Guardian

My 2015 in a series of captured moments

On Making New Friends

2015 New Year’s Blessing

A journey is a series of gambles, and after a while you get to be pretty good at it. . . .

This is why I go out of my way to meet my online friends in person

Looking at a new home

In case you missed the recent memo . . .

The Empire Builder from Seattle

Getting Around Without A Car

What happiness are you missing out on in your life and work?

This one’s just a bit too long for a tweet

Everything I need fits in my backpack

Take it

I promise I’ll get my words back soon

I feel like I’ll pull everyone in the city to me just by going outside

And last year and the year before and all the years going back forever

Meeting people – especially beloved people – at train stations is one of my most treasured things to do.

Meeting people – especially beloved people – at train stations is one of my most treasured things to do. It’s so immediate, with none of the airport’s current “security” silliness: seeing (and hearing and feeling) the train arrive, searching through the ensuing crowd for that face you want to see, and seeing the smile that makes the rest of the world disappear when your eyes meet. So many happy reunions, so many tearful goodbyes – train stations must be full of so much residual human emotion. Maybe that’s why they’re so magical.

Source: The Daddy Train — ellemef