Even though the path is dark there is always a way through.

Snow is like rain in slow motion, swirling around the sky in soft white flakes til it gently kisses the ground. And today I'm going to go outside and get smacked in the face by millions of little kisses.

Ever changing clouds paint portraits on the sky, and each person sees a different image.

May your road today be painted with a field of flowers and a nice view.