Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
Tracks
She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Along the way accidents happen, detours get taken—the accidents turn out to be some of the best things.
Bontoni
(Source: travelingtroublemaker)
Backyard bliss.
