The image in this post sums up how I’m feeling today after weeks of cold, snowy days and punchy children home from school. Check out this blog, let his images sweep you away. If just for a breath or two.
As the day brushes away the night, the paths we have left behind us vanish into the ether leaving faint fragments, memories, of our toils and the journeys we embarked upon with a sense of permanence…We leave our marks, not as loud and lasting echoes, but as temporal murmurs in flashes of color in the heavens.
Grass Oil by Molly Field 