Again.
These colors of this cold wet spring.
Love the pinks...the golds...the soft greens. Love the hints of richer riper summer.

Every day I'm reminded.
Time flies. Moments happen.
Move slow. Savor.
Now is all there is.

Again.
While craving sunshine and heat and meandering in bare feet.
I'm soaking in this fog and rain.
Listening to its beauty.