The eye has passed. The whiplash from the opposite winds thrust you as if you are mere weightless paper. The sting, the punch, the gasp of air you want to take in but can’t. And yet, hope finds its way in.
Ryan’s biopsy. . . It was a whisper that helped my heart today. It was the sun rising from the horizon.
After so many years of saying, “lets start a blog” we are finally starting one. And in the usual Luelf