Yesterday I arrived at Jane's early so I walked up to Skyline and sauntered along the road enjoying the magnificent views. A man in a convertible with the top down drove by with opera blaring away. It was something to be up there, hearing a woman's voice carry high notes into the air. Life is like that, always something new being shared.
It continues to look like rain and I await. I'm snuggly tucked and full of wintery vegetable-chicken soup. All is well in my small world.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.