I've been thinking about all the things that feel just like falling in love. The things that really fulfill me in ways that no one person ever will or should. The little boy, holding my finger tightly and twirling in circles around and around. His sweet, innocent smile; My dog, Bailey, when he arches one …
the big oak
Yesterday I climbed the big oak behind the old red barn, just high enough where a robin is waiting with open wings. But I’m restless— more like a feather in the wind that cannot fight the breeze, instead of being sturdy like this tree. But I am a quiet loner climbing farther away from shattered …
Dixie's Road Trip 