Dear T., it looks like a beautiful, melancholy path in Ireland somewhere. You can't see where it ends up, but at least you don't have to bushwack today. It's just one step, and one step and one step. Think of how a 'soft' day can suddenly turn golden there, and the fog is so heavy there are tears on every field and hedge.We're with you, as much as we can be. xo
At the very end, light and love. xa
What a beautiful photo!Beauty, you find beauty everywhere.Love, C.
...you are finding your way darling T.
The long and winding road....