Wind rustles the leaves, still greeen. It comes roaring, tugging at branches, leaves, shoving people on bikes and in cars. I watch from inside - warm and sheltered, yet restless.
Trying to take stuff in and make sense of it. Find my part in achieving world peace. Ehm, inner peace, universal peace? Exploring. Vulnerability. Daughter, wife, mom. Write, think, reflect, look, see, feel... slow down... make a U-turn or do-over. Passing it on.