A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.