Finding My Way Thru The Woods
This morning, yesterday, and probably tomorrow, I will breakdown, once again, and those feelings of sorrow will surround me, embrace me, and rain down their wet kisses upon my cheeks. I suppose I’ve learned to except that. Tim and I, on walks, here and there, in the woods and journeys we took, collected bits and pieces – Horse Chestnuts, pine cones, rocks, fortunes from our … Continue reading Finding My Way Thru The Woods