Monday, May 2, 2016

On the Mountain

Visiting and visitors. Walking the paths of this land remind me that this whole life of mine isn't going to last much longer. It is something transitory and fleeting; like the fawn who comes to the land for a bite to eat and won't be around in a few years, one way or another.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Every day we get to wake up in this life is a blessing.