How far will you walk with me in faith? If I reach out my hand, will you take it— step out on the water and dance? I’m no one to trust,...

What will we be when we’re no longer three? when we’ve come back to two— the me plus the you. What will we talk of if not of the kid?...

Moon’s white waterfall cascaded onto winter’s wide white seas; hard to say who shone brighter . . . ~ Courtesy The Whimsical...