In our unending reach for our destiny... may we never grasp it, so that we continue to reach? A seriously philosophical piece Uma... the title some Berlioz breathing instrumental that heightens the whole utterly. I wish you could hear the music in my head as I read this. ♥️
Nature is most definitely a language in your pen. Apologies for not commenting earlier hickory dickory cuckoo clock. We had a grand cuckoo clock once, but the spring broke and its' wooden head fell off! Love me xx