As I sit and watch the sunset, the clouds, the mountains, it brings up questions about my life? What fills the holes of the past. I am now where I started from originally moving from New Jersey so many years ago.
This journey has a way of teaching me lessons. Some good some hard. But all amazing.
As i watch the clouds fill in, i wonder? All my experiences? Did they fill in like the clouds?
Maybe the clouds are the experiences the light is the moon, of whats to come?