The earth revolves around the sun and lupines bloom, right on cue. We are made of blood and bone, love and sorrow, pain and mercy, as we follow the path home.
Getting offline. A case of spring fever, where a human and herbaceous cross-species love affair blooms. Capture dandelion wishes amongst the blades of grass.
I absorb tragic news, reflect on the state of the news media and online emotional resiliency, and decide after all, that I am only human in this emoticon world.