Throwing stones, skipping rocks, picking up sticks.

He could do that all day, everyday.

The simplicity of childhood.

We are surrounded by struggles and strife.

Disheartened with humankind.

I feel like I am carrying so much weight on my shoulders these days. Having a lot on my mind and feeling alienated from certain people. The only constant grace is nature.

The emptiness of this lake speaks volumes of how the world feels right now.

Drained...

Disappointed...

Dreary...

The political climate has just made an already dim feeling of existence inside of me just grow even more.

We are at solemn time in my family and as a whole having a really hard time processing events and certain realities we are being faced with right now.

I need to slow down and look around.

I need to catch my breath.

I need to wander, to wonder, to be alone and to be with the ones I hold dearest.

I need quiet. I need inspiration.

I am reminded in the simple act of throwing stones

I don't need a lot to find happiness

I just have to know where to look

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