On a frosty autumn morning, with the leaves brown and crisp and rustling in the wind, I pushed open the glass door to my deck and stepped out, coffee in hand. There, perched on the railing, was a striking blue bird, its feathers gleaming in light filtered through the trees. I was immediately captivated by its awesome beauty.
Oh John, thanks for helping keep us grounded.
Nothing like a good smack in the face by the universe to keep you grounded