For the next hour, I stood on the upper deck, holding tight onto the railing until we rounded the lighthouse point and entered the bay.

Wednesday afternoon the clouds rolled in. The rain was imminent. As we say in our native Slovene dialect, “Have to go and stretch my legs a bit,” so Ula and I went for a walk to pond Šobec, a couple of miles from my childhood home. It wasn’t enough. I felt the pull of Sava river.

I took the long and winding road,

It led me into the mountains.

Till the day I can join him

And believe me when I say I know,

that this poem is as corny as they go,

but, today, this very moment, it is me,

…This was tragic news for the family, and I was saddened by it. What I did not expect was the void this would create in my life. I pick up my phone often in order to send Rosalva a message because a sudden thought popped into my mind, and then I remember she will no longer read it…

She will never again send me a reply.

“ You are insulting an officer of the law. I can have you arrested. Would you like me to arrest you?” asks the officer in a very serious voice. A part of my rebellious self wants to throw myself on the ground and scream: “Yes, Yes - go ahead and arrest me!”

Honored to have my story published in a highly respected online magazine In the great company of one and only Isabel Allende. Reinventing Home was founded in late 2019 by a group of writers, academics, artists, and activists who believe that home is our primary attachment, setting the stage for lifelong patterns of intimacy and self-renewal, and determining the values of our culture.

And what is left of us,

But the bones in the sand,

…Marriage is like a soap bubble floating through the air. It is fragile, yet it can change shapes and surrender to air currents…

I am saying to you all: THANK YOU for your birthday wishes. I feel the LOVE from you, and I am sending LOVE back as I sip my coffee, eat my cookie,

As soon as the droplet of water touches the ground, new life emerges. Everything is fresh and ready for new beginnings.

Waking up, I ponder over my dreams. I like the funny ones or dreams full of sunshine. They make me happy and who doesn’t want that. Happiness. Untarnished, everlasting happiness. On those mornings I am ready to conquer the day.

Reflecting on my reflection

Slamming the brakes, Jim slowed down as much as he could. It was much too late! The van leaped into the air, and with it, everything inside.