Do raindrops ever pause to question their existence?
It could just be me.
But this year, I am just tired.
Happy and blessed to be able to celebrate, to have a family to celebrate with, yes, but also just… tired.
Sometimes I think too much Solitude is turning me into someone more intolerant of human flaws.
At the same time, its like a drug.
Dangerous, yet addictive.
Lines are more predictable.
Like linear people.
The unpredictable weather has made photography rather difficult lately.
Thank goodness for Phoebe – my iphone 3GS (Yes, I have not changed my phone).