A dimple that isn’t seen unless the sun hits just right. A ripple in the corner of a lake. A sliver of sun that appears for a moment.

Hops growing as far as the eye can see. Here’s of dairy cows chewing happily. Schnitzel for you and me.

Sharing something special to them, a rock, a poem, a leaf. Recognizing it’s a gift. A space of vulnerability.

This is from when… We were in… With our friends….

Blowing off dust and finding gems. Thread stringing moments and people together. Some threads are barren, some tangled, others are revered.