The hardest part of letting go, is knowing that it is in appearance only; still feeling the cyclone inside. Some may say that's not letting go at all. It's been one of those weekends where I was moving constantly and smiling. I had friends to share the moments. Randy was finally moved out of ICU and into rehabilitation. He can speak. The sea on Sunday was calm and strong and beautiful. The sun on the water's top blinded me for a moment.
There are many moons in the sky but only one sun.
There are many loves in my life, but only one....
When Fall leaves fade their colors
they still fall down the same way
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
