Watching the clouds roll through the soft blue sky. listening to old Neal telling stories about seeing Judy Garland below the stage in a red dress carrying music sheets, he says you don't need to believe me but I did. It's a quiet day in recovery, doing laundry and drinking coffee waiting for the one I love. The screen shot is a little weird but I like it. Been a tough month, but one that helped me find some direction got a chance to settle down get some peace of mind.
