—to be seen yet remain hidden.
Life moves through seasons, each one distinct, each with its own rhythm and lesson. There are the springs of our lives, filled with new beginnings, growth, and the bright promise of what’s to come. It’s a time of discovery, when everything feels fresh, possibilities stretching out before us like the first blossoms after winter. Then […]
Autumn
Life moves through seasons, each one distinct, each with its own rhythm and lesson. There are the springs of our lives, filled with new beginnings, growth, and the bright promise of what’s to come. It’s a time of discovery, when everything feels fresh, possibilities stretching out before us like the first blossoms after winter. Then…
There’s no such person as free nor available —people just make time on things and people they care about.
Writings of Red 