“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs
and developing our wings on the way down”
and developing our wings on the way down”
| This morning's prayers are whispered to the fog and light. Carry my thoughts like swirls to the sky... |
| We are covered with fog. And the birds continue to sing sweetly... |
| Above the fog, the sky is blue. "Hope for the sun," I say aloud... |
| I am not disappointed. |