May
7
2012
This Is The Final Hour Of My Visit With My Friends
Author: siggyThis is the final hour of my visit with my friend and his wife. Before I know it I will be transported back to my house. I wonder if the familiar will appear “new” at least for a short time. I will have to rediscover my house, my music and books, again. And I left out my mate and my garden. Before I know it everything will appear the same. As if I never left. What an illusion?!
