my dream

Time shifts like the wind, sometimes pausing to barely a breeze, other times rushing by, dragging the world along behind it. It seems like life has been more of the latter lately. We've now been in CA for about four months. Christmas has come and gone. A new years begun.
The weather teases us here, taunting us with dreams of Spring. The sun glows with the promise of longer, brighter days. Some of the plants even have tips of newness growing with green.
And I find myself longing for the future. There is so much promise in the wind. We've made it to the new world, now we've only to discover how to flourish in it.