One takes beauty where one finds it, friends where one makes them, curiousness in the ordinary, the unexpected in the everyday, hope in the commons, and meaning with each other; one leaves memories where one makes them, hope in the ordinary, friends with the curious, meaning in beauty and love in each other.
To the turning of the season. The sun begins its arc. We all breathe for another day. To your good health.
Make your own meaning. Do not let anyone do it for you. Be kind to yourself and you will find it easier to be kind to others.
Onward, to the next windmill.
