The Random Happiness Files ~/~ And Around And Around We Go
§ Part Two § On foot, camera in hand, the landscape surrounded me. With gently rising pastures, broken only by hedgerows and ancient split rail fences. The only sound, the birds and the crunch of the gravel underfoot. Those days will be remembered as much for their dichotomy, as for the grief. Suppose, really, all four years with Tim were the best of times, and … Continue reading The Random Happiness Files ~/~ And Around And Around We Go