At the end of the day when all the dust settles, even when nothing gets done(even my elusive to-do lists)–one thing remains the same, tears do dry on their own. Things end and life goes on. Another journey starts and all the tears cried because of the last journey do nothing but wash away the dirt, wash away the frustration, wash away the doubt and the fear, and then like magic they dry all on their own.
lifetimes of paper rainbows…W
lil’ lagniappe: link to my 3 weeks graphics