There’s the little seed in me that focuses on the future, on being ‘better’. I don’t know what ‘better’ looks like yet, and nor do I expect a miracle cure.
Dappled sunlight through trees in the morning | Glistening frost | Birdsong | Lush grass | The smell of wet leaves and earth | Crisp cool air on my skin
It’s only us humans that define time. Really, it’s a continuum. I’m not posting new resolutions this year. Just moving forward and learning from mistakes.