On my front porch snow…
drifts off of rooftops in strong winds. The black water tower is a pale grey silouette. I am wondering which Mother to thank first in the morning. Probably the one that made me impossible to hide…even in a snow storm…even in rural town wyoming.
Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter.
Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better
Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.