Thinking about Gerunds

Sitting on the swing, and swinging, with Peggy half asleep and full of bliss and thinking about something I may have never thought about before —except maybe in English class back in the distant days of schooling. In a daydreaming state, defying description, except for some beautiful words: lingering meandering singing dreaming swinging remembering enjoying words with lovely meanings of warmth and comfort and a … Continue reading Thinking about Gerunds