Tracks in the snow

Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way

Gone Fishin’

Have you ever gone fishing? If you haven't, well, that's okay I won't judge just as long as you give it a try

A smile forms as the treble lands Slight jerk and the water erupts

Which world is the illusion?

Tinkling glass As a campfire burns

I found an answer hidden on a hillside Apart from new stones telling the same story

Fragrant steam rises Palms cradle a porcelain bowl

Music tingles across the skin

Boughs of waving arms Welcome me home