Skies are still dark here. As the longest day of the year approaches, the sun slips in a gentle arc across the sky, keeping her light close to the horizon. Night lingers late into morn, pushing back the sun's business of getting on with the day to a later hour. Street lights sparkle. My writing corner is lit by the gentle glow of a candle. I love these late autumn mornings. And must run. Have a wonderful day -- and here's a quote to carry with you as you journey through your day.
Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength. Betty FriedanNamaste