Again - I arrive here today - without the right words…
without the right image….
without the right anything at all.

Each time - it gets harder.
This time - it feels more personal.
This time - it really is.

There’s love in the quiet of the farm pastures.
There’s safety in the familiarity of these daily rituals and routines.

Some days - I watch and think and cry - in silence.
I imagine.
A brave new world.
A better place.

And - I breathe
A prayer for peace.