My beloved Henry David Thoreau was right when he said, “The language of friendship is not words but meanings.” You, dear B., happen to be one of my native speakers, someone whose heart longs to leap into the sky, as mine does – someone who seeks, and finds, meaning in the simple gifts of nature. xox
As you well know, pairing a photo with just-the-right quote is something I love to do, one of my favorite ways to relax. Thank you, dear Katrina. (This is a late-autumn sunrise over the frozen fields of Prairie View, our family’s ancestral land.) xox
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 
how did you know i needed such utter magnificence right now? breath taking. beyond breath taking…
My beloved Henry David Thoreau was right when he said, “The language of friendship is not words but meanings.” You, dear B., happen to be one of my native speakers, someone whose heart longs to leap into the sky, as mine does – someone who seeks, and finds, meaning in the simple gifts of nature. xox
Your sky, Rumi’s words, a perfect pairing.
As you well know, pairing a photo with just-the-right quote is something I love to do, one of my favorite ways to relax. Thank you, dear Katrina. (This is a late-autumn sunrise over the frozen fields of Prairie View, our family’s ancestral land.) xox