new. it is time. and the older i get, everything becomes about time. living the years my father did not get to enjoy proves time alone will never be enough. it is what we choose to do with those moments that matters.
let us be inspired. let us be joyful. let us choose wisely.
have you ever gazed into house windows when they are lit at night? or studied photos to see what lies in the space behind the subject?
i used to do that a lot when i was a young girl. i believed it would provide important details about how other people lived. to my curious mind, that split-second scene or 