and I’ve learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives,
each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent ï¬nding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on a good day, for falling in love
