laurawhiterivers

There is a peaceful assurance in the soft light of the rising Sun.

One more day to spend
surrounded by the choices we  avoid and the memories we chase.

We have so little time to spend
If all goes well.

I watch the light play in the leaves, curling the pink around them and I think of you.

You have always gone for what you wanted even when they all think you are wrong.

Do you ever see the sunrise?