My eye noticed a white envelope with neat hand writing on the way down the stairs. It was addressed to me and I could see through the envelope that someone had taken the time to write a proper old fashioned letter! Not a text, or a Facebook private message, or...
The sub-conscious mind is constantly pregnant with our ideas. Sitting in the back of the room at an event, taking notes and my eyes fell on the screen saver of one student ‘Be careful who you trust , the devil was an Angel once.’ I could surmount what sort of experiences...
