When loved ones live on
in memories, we’re glad they’re
never far away.
When loved ones live on
in memories, we’re glad they’re
never far away.
I wake up thinking
of past chances, mistakes, joys,
glad for few regrets.
Mists shroud fields and trees.
Owl’s hoot. T’was thus before death
marched across this land.
My first kayak trip./
My phone breaks. No photos. Just/
like Lewis and Clark.
She might leave the dime /
there, reminder of the time /
he showed how he cared.
I got to walk with/
swallows today, but my phone/
camera didn’t work.
There were about 1-2 minutes when a couple of swallows were hovering in my “wind shadow”. I thought I was taking some amazing film of them, close up, so incredible it made me cry. As I went to download the video, I discovered … I hadn’t taken it after all. Sadness. BUT I have the memory, AND this YouTube video gives you some idea of what was happening! https://youtu.be/ulrpRRKz72I