Same as it ever was....

Everything is fragile in this crackable egg of a world.
Still out here.
Heart so full.
Eyes brimming.
Still miss my greatest friend, as I predicted I always would.
Still wishing for every bit of time to hold a pen in.
Well, I'm back.

Visible Grace

Early Lilacs

First & earliest 'Spring' beach walk....

Right there in my hand --- a metaphor for EVERYTHING.

Spring's Promise