HistoryDude is sinking, Ophelia.
Sitting.
11 months ago
Today I left the city, drove into the woods, and sat down on a rock by a frozen river. The only sound I could hear was the subtle hiss of pressure escaping from my head.
Too often we lament what we do not have in our lives, but fail to realize the joy of what we can hold on to. As such, I was less impressed with the silent hawks who danced overhead, set against the grey. I instead celebrated the pale sage winter moss…growing underneath the frozen granite boulder.
The lesson is obvious.
