Lost somewhere between the veil of a crisp November morning and within the dimness of haze, lays the serenity of a natural love for life.

We cannot force anyone to give or receive love, when our hearts feel compassion it pulls us toward an embrace of spirits; bestowing a glimmer of hope is to care.

Transitions we go through as we enter another change in our development of understandings become apparent inside the constant struggle to make sense of it all.