As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.
Sitting, waiting, watching
“Nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.” ~ Fran Lebowitz I sit and wait for that phone call that tells me you are okay and your surgery went well. That you will be around to meet your grandchildren. … Continue reading Sitting, waiting, watching