In my travels.

Learning Curve, Relations, Travel 1 Minute

I’ve looked across the valleys to see the breeze as it lifted the leaves and petals even the misty rain.

I’ve walked across rivers, up around mountains and watched the ocean roll in Hurricanes,

I’ve listened as the snow fell hard with a roar. Making the winter’s floor.

A forest of snow filled Christmas trees. The sea like nothing I’ve seen before

I looked across the sky at the dark night to watch the little stars glow.

A glow from the volcano, will it come to know how majestic it shows.

I see what was not seen by another, only me. Fantasies.

Airbrushed streams, glittering beings. Captured dreams in the still of a memory.

A picture never knows what the heart will show and how it sees.

The camera can’t see like me, with all its technology.

None of this from the gadgets and gizmos. Don’t, take it from me. Look and see.

Published by chino61

On February 15, 1966. Esther Ruth Nieves was sitting on her sofa in her Cleveland ave apt, at the age of seventeen and pregnant in Brooklyn NY. The winter of 1965 had a bone-chilling, El Nino effect. February being of the colder months in the calendar year made it more difficult for the young woman that my Mother was and expecting a child soon too. In her third trimester, she contracted a pulmonary breathing disorder. Asthma as the Doctor has called it. With the start of a very frigid winter, this newly discovered respiratory disorder, going into labor in the near future became a potentially complicated delivery. The rush to the hospital. The snow filled streets. The ample cold in the air and the asthmatic state of a young pregnant woman going into labor. Through all of this and more, a new birth emerges. Me. On the 16th day of February at 4:47 AM. This young woman has now given birth to her third child and her first son.

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