Here I am. Lucky to be alive. To enjoy the fruits of life, bittersweet. Oh, what a world we live in, so vast and diverse, our nature and ideas we carry, craft and have seen cracked. Our connections we have made, severed, and restored. A life is a constant student, a death is not always physical.
Carry on, little bird. The winds are always changing, spreading seeds to new soil.
I miss my old friends. Their personalities, their spirits, their humor. I am thankful for my relationships, to learn from them, to observe their strengths and convictions, their quirks and hamperings, their hardships and sorrow, their praise and scorn. Share in them o