Be patient be kind it will pass. This day will be a foreverday with my girls.
My happy place the coasts are shivering the paranoia the heartland is beating its chest. Thoughts on bumblebees I think they’re misunderstood but they still creep me out.
Amongst trees and wind a typewriter sits to connect trees wind child laughter floats freely overhead. Silence takes this place someday we may find peace, but only if we try.