Wonder...

 I hope I never grow tired of looking up to the night sky, the feel of a gentle breeze on my cheeks, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small, beautiful things in each day of my life. I hope I never lose my sense of wonder. 

Here I Go Again

There was a time, after watching news about some dictator taking over a country, I always found myself wondering how people...good everyday people...could continue to live in a country under a dictator's rule. 

Now I know.