Sometimes I forget that each day is an opportunity to begin. 

Every year I wished for snow on this day.
Today there was frost.
And sunshine.

I wonder sometimes why survival is my paradigm. It was a miracle too.

Yesterday's tears were disconcerting, until he reminded me what day it was.

Cling? Or fly? It's the perpetual question.

It was fun to be able to say, "Take as much as you'd like."

My evening list hadn't accounted for sun. I reacquainted myself with the camera anyway.