The first signs of winter approaches – torn between the excitement of watching a snowfall and the brutal feeling of the North wind. I rummage around looking for my sunshine on overcast days. I can’t help whine how the winter would be like this year, looking faraway for the warmth and sunlight that left us so quickly.
Reminisce on this past summer… smiling as the memories flood my heart. The many times I taught, trained, and practiced yoga… the many times I pedalled away exploring new sights on my bike… the many times I played carefree and simply be in those fond moments with these folks…
I am grateful for such soulful memories.
Bring it on, Father Winter!
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He didn’t hear that, did he?