"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
I hugged a tree yesterday He had big, white flowers and he was ... giddy. So full of life and beauty and so luminous. I felt giddy too and I started to giggle.
I did not get sick the whole winter and now....I can barely breathe. Sickness is always harder to endure when I'm alone. But I will get better soon: I promise myself. I will get better and I will continue walking and taking photos.
I was upset because someone did not keep a promise they made and I thought that was disrespectful. But that does not take away the beauty of these clouds.