If I ignore the mechanical trills made by the five-o’clock traffic, I can concentrate on the shadows from the bridge. Each year at this time, the shadows lay firm to the hillside and stir pleasant memories. #grateful
via Trill
If I ignore the mechanical trills made by the five-o’clock traffic, I can concentrate on the shadows from the bridge. Each year at this time, the shadows lay firm to the hillside and stir pleasant memories. #grateful
via Trill
Nothing like a campfire out in the country to pull you back to reality. Turn up your volume to hear the music!!!
Painting by CD-W
He waited for the perfect time of day to reach across and tickle her roots.
but can’t because we are mere Shadows of ourselves. Aren’t we all, at times?