contemplativeI came here after spending seven years in western Colorado, on the edge of the high desert. There, the air often filled with smoke in the summer, and it was frightening: that smoke meant wildfires, the kind that destroy houses and kill both animals and people.
Six years here, and I still have to stop and remind myself that this smoke means life, not death.
Meaning is always in context.
And now, for something completely different:
keiki_boys, here are the Cheerydoll sandals on Sejong's feet. 