A fly was hanging around all night. It was cold outside, who could blame her for coming into our home. I found her this morning, settled at the bottom of my vase filled with roses. It made me sad. Impermanence.
Walking Lucy down our snowy road. Snow shimmering sun glistening.
Today, everything is the first…
first wake up
first cup of coffee
first kiss
first shower
first image
first thought
first wish
first
leaning
