Love the fresh green outside. Branches are still brown and naked but the grass is growing with crocusses and daisies in between. There are thousands of huge buds on the branches. A little fat, grey-red squirrel is dancing in the tree in front of my window.
Asking myself over and over again, what life is all about. Mostly it is pain, somteimes joy, rarely peace.
I'll take one step after the other. But it's taking my life to master it, if ever.
12:05 pm - March 29, 2011
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