It’s interesting to be here for a second year, to see how the seasons move in a cycle, yet do not ever repeat themselves.
The mist this year is unlike the mist last year. So is the light, clouds, sky, air, and a multitude of other things. There is familiarity within the foreign, and vice versa.
I want to live in, and love, every moment of it. From the scorching sun to the freezing winds – for this too shall pass, and I only have the present.