The best kinds of bouquets.
Old painting in a quiet night house. One more cup of water for little ones in their beds. Open windows and a spring breeze.
I've always been a cyclical learner. I circle around phrases and verses and ideas. I've been humming this song and lettering these lyrics in notepads and margins and chalkboards all spring, hoping they take root deep down. What words are you circling around these days?
Answered prayers today, people.
