i read dust of snow by robert frost about once a week on the subway. i love that poem. it speaks to the things in life that make it beautiful...
work makes me bat shit crazy... daily.
but i've come a long way because i'm learning to just breath and remember that there are simple parts of life that i can focus on when all goes to hell.
thats what this pic does for me.
reminds me to breathe.
it's these images/moments/memories that make me want to get up in the morning-ish.
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