Burned driftwood on the shore. Prompt Post
Boulders can be overcome. Try not to lose complete focus of what is in the distance.
Who are you? Sometimes we are a reflection, sometimes we are a shadow, sometimes we are creators, and sometimes we simply stand in between what the universe creates through/with us.
I thought of a Wordsworth poem I read years ago. I closed my eyes and let “that inward eye” wander over the field of memories.
I love these birds that tell Mother Nature, “You cannot limit us to only the air. We choose to dive into the unknown.”
I am forever grateful of the day you were born. Thank you for reveling in life’s savage beauty with me.