Hope takes a few tries. These are the people who helped build my flame.
Here, a frustrated face has a very loud monologue. Sometimes meltdowns are a sign of words and emotions battling.
Monday poetry again. Water as love seems to be a favorite image of mine.
Kind acts are not heralded. However, they leave trails if you know how to look for them. Among these haikus, I find myself at the end of an unusual kindness as well.
