What would happen if I stopped stressing about the future, and simply enjoyed the now?
Saying “good-bye” to one home, to say “hello” to our next temporary home.
Where to next? Ask me in September.
As I’m staring at my intentionally over edited photo, I’m thinking, “I like the light green outline.”
I regret that I didn’t bring my real camera along.
Life is the opposite of a walk in the park.
This is what you get when the sun shines through the cracks.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?