The complaints were heavy. Ladened with regrets.
They rolled along in plenty. Holding us still to our fits.
In between them all, moments did shine through. Held with laughter,
and spoken with heartfelt truth. We waded in and out of the cycle.
Circling and circling. Until it all was gone. In those moments of
cycles, we heard the complaints the most. Lightening our load,
the laughter was what shone. It all boiled down to one.
All was golden then. All was well. Life continued on.
There is something entirely enticing about this photo. It was too sunny to see what I was trying to capture when I took the photo, but it did indeed work out. I must say, after getting it home and on the computer, it is very intriguing. This is not black and white, it only looks like it is.
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie