Morning sky with soft golden clouds drifting over distant hills, framed by dark tree silhouettes in the foreground, light opening into blue.
I understand
Given the vagaries of living
It's not every day
I'll rise
With a happy song in my soul.
There will be times
When my one wish
Would be to curse the ground I walk upon.
But when these feelings arise,
I do not hide;
But feel them & move through them,
It's life.
Happy #Chooseday, friends.