I saw a child, holding his Grandmother's hand this morning, on their way into the park. A woman was squatting by a giant flowerbed of daffodils, taking their picture. The sun was warm. And we needed milk.
This is life, isn't it? In a glimpse and a glimpse and a glimpse. No need, really, to judge "good" or "bad", "important" "not important". I'm happy, I was paying attention today.
Do you remember this?
Thank you for the music recommandations—I will listen into it:-)
Kindra is here (so playful and great).