Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.
I can hear the rustling of the bottlebrush trees. They, along with the merry chatter of several high school students, resound like music in my ears, the same way that the tinkling of the marching band did, back in my teenage days. We’re in my old school. It’s just Him and me, enjoying the simplicity of life, remembering the days before there was Facebook, before there was Twitter. When Yahoo was bigger than Google and only the elite few had access to the indexing giant at the time.
Life was simple back then.
But then again, life can still be simple now.