But my bruises will be half moons hanging above cornfields that yield only crop circles. You are a mystery I promise I will never try to solve.
If I could still play I’d play the softest song:
A moth in a lamp light, a snow globe turning upside down, Michelle Obama buttoning her husband’s bulletproof vest. We are all fragile and fraying praying we can hold the tire swing through the summer.
{Another sunset - Chrissy is running around in the photo somewhere! This is my favorite field #nature #landscape #outdoors #field #naturelovers #sunset
Time to forage. Then take a walk.








