So. My nose is still stuffy. And we got hit with more winter yesterday. I left work early and took a little nap. My bed faces a tree that I love. So I had to take some pictures of the tree with snow. And I had to tweak those pictures. So here we go. Tweaked.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.