I couldn't have captured an image to describe what I felt tonight, this Monday, late evening- something that should have felt summer like, but I was cold by seven o'clock. 

Friends, laughter, and much respect was exchanged in a few hours. Sitting myself up, propped against a beam that helps hold a patio together. A swinging door that opened and closed several of times. The sun exposed itself for a brief moment, and I walked to the sidewalk (near the #72 bus stop on Alberta) and stood- soaking up the warmth that was ever so inviting. I continued in laughter, petting of pets, and smiles with those that walked past the patio I vacated. 

It wasn't until later, that I came in, sat at the bar, and looked at the empty stool next me. This handsome bartender asked me what I was thinking- and in the flood of thoughts and emotions I replied; "Nothing...I'm just tired." As this was far from the truth, there are just some things we actually need to say, and some things that are so private, we hold them close, and let no one near them. I take these thoughts with me over 3,000 miles away, perhaps leaving bits and pieces here and there appropriately...

However, I still have yet to learn the absolute truth in letting go. This is something we must all do in life, yet we are challenged by it. So, I learn as I go. It may not be the prettiest thing in the world, but it's me, and it's the woman that I continue to grow into...here's to right now, the knowing of who we are, the acceptance of the unknown that we may become.