Droplets fall in time
Collecting in silence for
A night of dancing
Droplets fall in time
Collecting in silence for
A night of dancing
I will send you rain,
Falling from the cold grey sky
To caress your soul
When
I look
Into your
Eyes, what do you
See? a mirrored life
Masking tranquility.
Vanilla scented love keeps
Me close, intoxicating in
Its simplicity, flowing freely,
Marking days, the drumbeat of my
Life a silent echo, filling
The void with snippets of time
That continue to tell
Me that I love you.
Seen from afar,
I forget
That you
Breathe.
“You don’t take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it.”
-Author Unknown

The view from my hotel room at my daughters hockey tournament.



A crisp, cold winter day in Glens Falls, NY.
The Queennsbury Hotel. An elegant old hotel in Glens Falls, NY, it has a reputation of being haunted.

The empty benches waiting for the game to begin.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
-Jack Torrance
I am in Glens Falls, NY enjoying the weekend at my daughters hockey tournament. For the past few year we have braved the cold and the elements to journey three hours north for some hockey excitement! Usually we stay at the Marriot, which is about 15 minutes from both of the rinks, but this year they decided to stay closer to the rinks to cut down on driving time. So here we are at the Queensbury Hotel.
I am trying to remain positive, but as soon as I walked in the entrance my first thought was, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” I thought I was at the Overlook, the hotel from the movie The Shining. If twin girls had walked around the corner, I’m pretty sure I would have dropped dead right there. That’s right, word has it that this hotel is haunted. And here we are on Friday the 13th with a full moon in a haunted hotel. Luckily, we didn’t get stuck in room 237. Instead, we are in room 337. You can’t make this stuff up! Anyway, I thought that I would share some photos of the hotel with you.

Not room 237 but close enough to freak me out, (a little).

Can’t you picture little Danny riding his big wheel down the hall??




Soft flowing water
Falls prey to winters icy kiss.
Forgotten love, lifeless and cold,
Is seen from behind a frosty barricade,
The soul the unknowing victim.
Twisted by time and a half written rhyme,
We all seek a peaceful reprise.
Your eyes hold the key
That welcome me into your
Exquisite being
Unsure at first, I allow
Myself to be taken whole