Good morning!
It’s Sunday. And instead of looking down or across or over, we’re going to keep our focus up towards the sky. I’ve kept some treetops to anchor us.
Now, stand with me, and we’ll let the wind blow the clouds and clear the cobwebs.
“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?”
—E. M. Forster
Onwards,
Clara
