The breeze picked up the acrid odor of marsh gas when it changed direction, making her turn her head and look curiously at the tabby mansion next door.” -Noble Jones- Bibiana Krall.

The stranded oysters are popping open in the warmth. Tucked in like narcoleptic babies in the pluff mud, they snooze their existence away. Exuding an intensely strong odor that only a southerner understands.

Sometimes the things that don’t seem like much much, become the very ones that define us.

Weightless inside a gem, her heart unchained like a pardoned prisoner.

Freedom is a bird. Freedom is unapologetic, sometimes it’s lonely, and more often it’s bold." –Venus Tree by Bibiana Krall

Change is the only compass, the star in the snow. –– Mont Pelier, Book 4, The Irish Phantom Series

Change is the only constant, a star in the snow.

I sang for freedom with all my might. Just as my mother had, and her mother before that.

We are everywhere and nowhere.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms