And on BLUE they fly! Dancing at dusk, in glorious moonlit, yet daylight. Sky waltzers, swirling… mesmerizing… enchanting.
As the crescent moon, sat in the cosmos, lit by the sun itself… quietly contemplating, and gladly smiling. I always see the moon as a happy being…
Some time to breathe, for me last night, after a day, that was indeed topsy turvy. At times frustrating, but then to this. A run, a late visit to see my Dad. Stories unravelled, and memories held in envelopes, and boxes.
He had found photos of my Mum. A tiny Carrie, smiling in all the ways. Snippet photos, again and again and again. So very like my littlest, I told him. He agreed…
Then replied, with gentle conviction. As if recalling, from yesterday… “yes… but that was you as well!”