Thoughts go racing wildly around my brain nameless horrors that painfully sear into my memory so filled with pain heart fluttering with anxiety and fear loneliness aches, cry a single tear. I must somehow carry on, be brave find the sun and from darkness I must save joy that was mine before the nights grew cold merry songs not dirges sung before the grave evenings warm and gay, stars bright and bold.
Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens.Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”→
As some of you may know, I’m a self-taught student of the art or writing. As such, I have a list of “assignments” or writing styles to experiment with and learn about. This is my take on the following assignment: