More years behind than ahead Tomorrow with no lasting definitions or weight Just a wall of trees guiding the way home kissed by too many suns. A touch of grace to have and to hold this day beginning to end…. Share this: Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...