On The Enchanted Klondike Of Glenelg
The Village is quiet, but for the Cardinals welcoming the day with their song. Sunday Morn, and I have to work later in the afternoon, and you know how sometimes something whispers inside you, and you just feel compelled? That just happened. Just now. Sipping my java, and all of a sudden I am lost in Grey again. Not Tim Grey, but the County of … Continue reading On The Enchanted Klondike Of Glenelg