It will never grow old...not until my final sunset, then that is where you can find me.
As life sustains, while we hardly notice, it is busy writing a beautiful story of its growth
Its a strange mix of emotions that stir inside of me when I walk alone listening to laughter that still lingers in the blowing reeds and lapping waves.
I hope everyone affected by these record low temps are staying warm and cozy with their favorite snuggle bug.
His first tattoo was at the age of 14 in 1952 paying homage to his mother and brothers.
I assumed all dads were covered in artwork and words.
Which world is the illusion?
Boughs of waving arms
Welcome me home