Inspiration for today taken from habit.
A picture, a few words, a little mystery, that somehow form a visual journal of my previous week.
Have a great weekend, friends.
I thought about all the dogs he has had to put down in his long life, and to cry like he did at the thought of one more . . . it was just beyond what I could hold.
Two years: I wonder if we are counting forward or backward?
He gave me a sip and then gave me the recipe: white liquor, apples, cinnamon. My, my.
When it’s just me and the words, it all makes sense. I need to remember that.