Things are not the same are they?
I dislike how I seem to be running around preparing for what I cannot know. Even though that is really how it always is. Because these days it seems the day is full with nothing to show for it. But then, I step back and say ..."well I am still here, isn't that enough?"
The porch. With a bit of extra light to simplify it. The wind kicked up the rug a bit. Mom's rocker (it was her Birthday yesterday). I miss her. She would love the porch. Her Mom's rocker actually. As I age, some say I look like "nanny".
And Beginning just to go and have something to show for it. Even if it is evidence of the struggle.
Just let it be said. Put it in Perspective.
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Starting tomorrow, I think I will be posting late at night, so probably you will still see something each morning.
