…each heart is made of a different stone – no two feel alike nor break the same way … — John J. Geddes
…Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable… — John J. Geddes
I pray this winter be gentle and kind – a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. — John J. Geddes
I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us. — John J. Geddes
December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring — John J. Geddes