If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
so many things.
to cram into september.
trying to savor.
before it catches a cold.
loving this story.
i found from storypeople today.
even tho it may be a little softer tune,
i will continue to listen.
until i hear the last sweet note.