Logs For Mariah
aut135.jpg Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
sum135.jpg Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
spr135.jpg It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time.
win134135.jpg I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
pastlogs.jpg The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.