In winter we counted happiness by the amount of snow that had fallen, and longed for bluebird days when the sun beat down and the snow reflected magical beams of colour. Now in spring we dream on the warmth and contentment when lazing by the river and the smell of pine from the newly uncovered pine trees with fresh dirt tracks free from the powder of past months.
The first thing to do in the morning is to look out the window and observe... so much can change overnight when the moon arises above mountains that sparkle and stars shine so bright in this happy wilderness.
Its not home, its stark contrast... but somedays it's love and only because it's so different.
embrace x
