a gift (love in "time")

up and down

occasionally down

then up ☺

sisters

soggy

from rain wet

leaves...

dance in the

transitional warm"ish" 

damp breeze.

I hold a

high priced

wild bouquet.

(hand picked are most expensive ☺)

she runs over

"Mom,"

whispering

"just you and me, let's walk down to the water"

we see some fishermen.

"are we safe?" she asks

(I don't know.)

"are we?"

"look at the drops God left behind

that short rain..."

"God is very detailed, isn't He?"

hmmm...whose mushroom house?

at peace

all questions

drop behind.

she teaches me.

time is expensive.

I want to always

budget

generous.

we finally find the water...

all rebelled out against it's boundaries

 covering much of the park lot.

Isaiah 40:12

  Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
   or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?

no more questions.

just knowing...

we are safe.