Since I've been around, hasn't it?
Not that anybody keeps track of me, here.
Save for myself. In the past.
But it's the future, now.
So enough about yesterday.
I'm sick & I want to get better.
My son is sitting on an old wooden
rocking horse. Rocking himself slowly.
He will be two years old in less than a month.
So much has changed.
But it doesn't matter, here.
Once winter makes her graceful leave,
I'll be out & about taking pictures again.
Oh, my head hurts.