How is it even possible my daughter was born almost 31 years ago? Her birthday is really November 26th, but she was born on Thanksgiving night.
Been thinking about her as a newborn, when she was my entire life. missing that singleness of purpose. From where I am now sitting, I long for that pure simpleness. No need to ask if anything sparks joy. It all does in hindsight…
These photos were from one week ago. Firewood and smoke from unwanted fires. California is forever changed, maybe.