The view from my sister’s front lawn and a reminder to look up.
This does not mean I’m going to stop making jokes about heavenly underwear.
Home is where the salt is.
Once again using my cellphone when it should have been stowed.
The view from 10,000 feet looking west.
A space to breathe and assess where I’ve been and where I want to go.
This is your Sunday school lesson for the week.
What the winter didn’t break.
Give these two an open field and they will wrestle the length of it.
Find a stick, pick it up.