Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and stars.

We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.

I am hiking this morning.

Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance.

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.

When our footsteps fade, the moonlight remembers our journey.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
 — Thomas Campbell

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.