This one, I took earlier this month--manual shutter, no flash--upon glancing up while in the middle of a conversation with a close friend. Sometimes life lets you know that you're where you're supposed to be, doing what you're meant to be doing.
Fate, destiny, design? I don't pretend to know.
You decide for yourself.
|Early evening sunlight on the wall, peeking through closed curtains.|
Except that events happen as they do with reason, and the sort of cyclic inevitability that is the seasons, and the revolving of the Earth, and the phases of the moon, birth and death.
A time for everything, and everything in its time.
Sometimes people focus so thoroughly on "serious things" that the simple joys and natural beauty slide past unnoticed.
Celebrate the little things, I say. For those are the ones that matter the most.