Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C. You can find stories about my travels, stories from my decades on earth, and thoughts about why the world turns in our vast universe.
The dark and overcast skies held out as long as they were able, but eventually emptied themselves over the North Rim in a furious torrent of rain.[the_ad id=”6336″]
“If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape
I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me, and escape”
Water poured off the brim of my cowboy hat, shirt and shorts were soaked within seconds. I race among the cabins trying to locate mine.
But not trying too hard, as I like being caught in the rain.
