Yesterday there was a photo that had a handful of good memories combined with a significant number of less-than-good memories. Today’s the opposite. So many good memories of that day, the only down side being missed opportunities, things that could have made it better but which I’ll never get back.
Still, the good memories are overwhelming. Vermont. Kayaking with a very dear friend. Loons. Listening to their distinctive, haunting cry at sunset, watching them in the Northeast Kingdom. The peace of Molly’s Falls Pond.
We all need more days like that.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 