and so i came to troon to live astride a railway line or so it felt when rushing trains made haste to or from another place further up or down the line the sea birds still hovered overhead and mournful cried of weather less than perfect with streets frost white the naked trees flaunt gnarled skeletons against the winter skyline in the evening dark a distant fog horn calls across the misted waters of the far harbour
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” ~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
"There are too many people, and too few human beings." Robert Zend
"Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands, and then eat just one of those pieces."