Writing A Short Story Is

One Of The Saddest Realities Is That We Never Know When Our Lives Are At Their Peak. Only After It Is Over And We Have Some Kind Of Perspective Do We Realize How Good We Had It A Day, A Month, Five Years Ago.

The Fact That I’m Silent Doesn’t Mean I Have Nothing To Say.

How Easily We Ignore Or Forget The Small Kindnesses And Considerations In Life Which Are Really The Only Everyday Magic We Witness On A Regular Basis. Just Think- To Make Happiness Out Of Nothing More Than A Few Kind Words Or A Generous Gesture.

Salzburg... Is A Mountain Town With A Rushing River Running Right Through The Center, Everything In The Rain Various Shades Of Green And Brown.

Old People Are Often Impatient, But For What?