M A K E.
Morning.
Day.
Night.
Gather the ingredients (and people) that matter to you. Mix them. Give them time to sit and breathe together.
Good things will come.
This way...
'This way' said the bird.
They followed, and as they crossed over the river, something inside him told him life would never be the same.
Eager to learn, open to share...
Disapproval...
Behind the glass, they judged him.
They looked upon him with disapproval.
He stopped and met their gaze, smiled, took a photo and walked away.
