Just a pretty sunrise from my back deck.

Story of the day:

I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.

Or, in my words:

If wishes were horses, I would have a barn full and you would take me out to dinner again.

I'm finding that this outlet for me is really an outlet for messages. Messages that I don't want to put in emails. Messages I need to have read and remembered.