In silent reverie.

If I don’t know what else to write about, I write about love. Because love is the motivating force in my life. Love permeates my mind. My soul. My being. Even though not sure I can define love. It’s just that I know it, when I see it. When I feel it. Can’t always find the right words. To express love. Maybe love is an unspoken language. Sometimes. Maybe that’s when love is at its best. In silent reverie.  –Jim Broede