A jug fills drop by drop--Buddha
And so moments are made into memories of a childhood.
Each game collectively makes a season.
Each lazy summer day turns into a season.
Every step of my long run brings me closer to inner peace and farther from crabby; a beautiful sunrise, calm, cool morning air, the perfect run that fuels my day.
Enjoying the moments for what they are; not worrying about the tomorrows or the next days; it's quite freeing.
We are filling our jug of summer...
drop by precious drop.
I hope you are doing the same.