I might be able to appreciate the flowers if I knew I was the only one getting them from you
"You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her."
"What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves" ~Gandhi
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
very good possibility I may be going to europe for two weeks in march..