I prefer reading physical books because I am really fascinated and happy whenever I experience the moment of actually holding a book in my hands. Just holding it makes me happy. Plus, my teachers would be okay letting me read a physical book in class instead of an electronic one. Although, I admit that I read more books electronically than physically.

Home is a place you feel safe. It is where all your troubles disappear and happiness overpowers them. Home is somewhere you won't be judged. A place you are loved. It's is comfort.

That is what home should be but unfortunately some have ruined the place WE called home a some time in our lives.

I find I get too distracted with other apps or news on an electronic version. The point and joy of reading is to get engrossed in the content and to avoid such distractions. There are types of literature id prefer electronically and such works would be professional papers. The notes I make and the physical paper stays in tact and easily saved for the future.

Mountains, raging seas and majestic planes

Pale in comparison to her

Stars, far reaches and mysteries of space

Can't touch her endless wonder

She is beauty and she is splendid

Strong and mighty

Brave and wild

Smart and keen

Clever and loving

Gracious and understanding

She's my queen

A lady to esteem

Open arms and a tender heart

She adorns each with majestic ease and beauty

To call her this would be too long

I'll shorten it to wife

My poor attempt at writing in Dr. Seuss style

In the land of Paboon

Lived an old looking baboon.

With a face like a painting

It made everyone feel like fainting.

So sad it felt everyday it was awake

But it had nowhere to go, for it loved its home by the lake.

Along came a Krik

He didn't seem blike a trick

He looked at the baboon and asked it its name.

While playing a sad looking game, the baboon answered "Shame."

Shame? The Krik asked with a puzzle,

"Why that's no name for baboon who likes to nuzzle."

Shame looked quite lame

The poor sad baboon with such a name.

Krik asked once more "why do you live out alone?"

"Nobody likes me because of my face."

The Krik was astonished he jumped in his place!

"Your face is fine why would people whine?"

The baboon looked at his reflection from the lake,

He threw a rock to disperse a wake.

"Beauty my friend is not in the face, it is here my friend right in this place." And the Krik pointed to his heart with a finger.

And he made a point to let it linger.

"Are you sure?" Asked shame

While scratching his fur.

"I've never been more sure,

That's where beauty is pure.

A good hug, is the cure, for such a mind that's obscure."

And the Krik went on in and hugged that baboon,

And it made that baboons heart grow like a balloon.

"Thank you, sir Krik.

It gave me the kick I need to stay slick."

"So what is your new name sir baboon from Paboon?"

"Proclaim!"

"Such a strange and new name."

Said the Krik with a face that was tame.

"I will proclaim that beauty is not for the snooty!"

And the Krik, smiled back and went on his way, knowing that both have had a good day.

The ocean was never my thing, I was more of a "land lover" as they say.

It took guts for me to come out here, that, and losing my dad.

He was the sea faring type, the kind of person who'd spend days out in the open water.

He'd always tell me, on land, "everyone always says they'll go wherever the wind takes them. I just let the seas carry me, can't count on wind all the time, but the water, she'll never let you down."

Not sure what that nonsense meant, but he was smart, wise and a loving father, despite torturing me by taking me out on the water.

The day before he passed he told me to do whatever I wanted with his boat, it was mine to sell or keep or give away. I told him, I'd sail out in the open water and spread his ashes out on the water.

He joked and said he wasn't being cremated, and that he'd have to dump his body overboard, it wasn't too funny at the time, but now I guess it is a little bit.

So here I am sailing, with a friend, to go out and spread my fathers ashes, and conquer my fear of boats and the seas.

It's been a few days, and I promised my dad I would be out there, deep in the ocean, untamed seas as he called them.

The further we ventured, the rougher the waters seemed. My friend, the captain, was confident we wouldn't run into too much trouble, but he was cautious, my kind of friend. If my dad were here, he'd be searching for rougher waters, to "build character".

Although caution was on my side, the ocean wasn't, a massive storm ran into us, with waves reaching thirty plus feet, our tiny vessel was pushing its limits, thankfully the captain had a boat just like this and knew his way around it.

Water spilling in, waves crashing on the sides, I felt as if my sense of direction was thrown out. The cold salty water doused me and taught me a hard lesson, know yourself.

My dad loved me a lot, and I rejected it, at times, for many reasons. I was rebellious, uncaring, hard and I pushed everyone away.

I don't know why, my parents couldn't have loved me better, I just didn't want to listen or accept it, I was foolish, I didn't know myself.

This lead to lots of bad decisions, poor life choices and overall I was unpleasant and didn't know what I wanted. I was hoping this trip would help.

As the waters raged, so did my heart. I was angry at my dad, for loving this dumb boat, for dying, for loving me, for being the man I wanted to be, but refused. I was mostly angry at myself though, all this time, my whole life, spent rejecting love handed to me daily.

The boat rocked violently, and it thrust me overboard, I clung for dear life on the edge, my hands were slipping from the cold slimy sea water. A huge wave struck me from behind and engulfed me. I couldn't breath for a second.

With all my strength, lifting and pulling, I managed to hoist myself over the rail. The captain was too preoccupied to notice me almost die, managing a tiny vessel in the unforgiving seas is sort of a tunnel vision job.

My cabin was just a few feet away, I crawled there, not trusting anything at this point.

An hour passed and the waters calmed, the captain told me we were out of the worst and it was clear skies and glass like water.

It must have been early morning, just before the sunrise, he went to sleep, I stayed up and lounged on the deck waiting for the sun to greet me.

Then the light peeked, off the horizon, it exploded around me in pinks and oranges, yellows and purples. Clouds streaked across and looked as if they were painted by the sun itself.

It was a glorious morning, my dad would be in heaven, well that was a poor choice of words.

Taking the urn I went to the rail, the ornate vessel was heavy and simple. My fathers dust blew as it drifted down on the water, floating by I watched for a good long while, until I couldn't see it.

I understood why my father said to let the seas carry him. He didn't care to get anywhere fast, he wanted the tides and gentle waves to carry his boat, the wind was just something to get him to that spot quicker.

I can hear him now as his ashes float on the tranquil majestic ocean "let the seas carry me". I kept that promise, they'll carry him forever.

Walking to my cabin I looked again at the sunrise, I laid in my bed and cried for the first time in a long time, a therapeutic cry. I cried myself to sleep.

I love you dad, thank you for your love.

I used to be greedy with my physical books. love everything from the smell , to the physical shape that holds the memory of where it came from to the colorful bookmarks I would hand pick.But Alas those days are over for me.. The large font wins. I can read and after all that is what is most important.

A calm breeze blew with the sun peeking through the clouds.

Hundreds gathered for a senators campaign speech.

A half mile away, atop the roof of an average looking building sat the sniper. Poised and calm he surveyed the landscape, checked wind and temperature and various weather signs.

Opening his case, the gunner assembled his rifle with an almost romantic feel.

Settling down, he lines up his scope dialing in settings. Steady hands, and calm breathing are his conductors, as if his body were a symphony of calm.

Checking the picture of his target one last time, seeing a nice family, husband, wife, two kids.

Hard to imagine a target from this picture, he thought to himself.

The senator, being the father, had big dreams, expensive dreams, the kind that make or break a war.

Joining his eye to the scope, he searches the sea of people a half mile away.

Scanning each person for a split second with his crosshairs, he locates the target on the stage.

The mission was simple, assassinate. Simple being a calloused word, the job was easy, fire his gun at a target, the moral side was gnawing at him.

He knew it was a heavy job, politically speaking.

Kill the target and someone, somewhere benefits in a sadistic way.

Ordinarily, this job is a non-issue, something he'd done many times, never really proud though.

This time, the trigger seemed harder to squeeze than ever before.

What purpose does shooting his son serve? An innocent child?

Money, power, control? The only reasons that made sense to the shooter.

A child though, an innocent child caught up in the bureaucratic power monger world.

The moral struggle waged war in his mind and heart.

Serve his country, as skewed and gruesome as it is, or let him live and disappear.

One of those options would tear his heart out, and he would be an empty shell of a person, the other leaves him whole, but a marked man.

If he doesn't complete the job, someone will.

If he ran, he'd have to save the kid, or the whole family.

Packing his rifle up, he raced down the building. Checking corners and alleys, making sure he wasn't tailed.

His heart relaxed, not having to kill a kid tends to loosen you up.

Screeching his tires, he flees the scene.

________________________

"Has he called in?"

"Not yet, he's five minutes late."

"Turn on the tv check the news."

"Nothing"

"He didn't take the shot, I knew it, the minute I saw him, I knew he wouldn't. Find him, make him disappear, and call everyone in, I need that job done, I don't care how."