I came home last Saturday. It was wonderful to see the nieces and nephews, family and friends. I always treasure putting away that last t-shirt or skirt from the suitcase and knowing, that for a little while, I am in a familiar place. New York…I love it. I will definitely go back again and stay longer. But it is always wonderful to come home.
After two weeks of walking around Brooklyn, I decided to come home and "smell the roses." I've been taking walks around town, seeing things that were a blur or invisible to me just a few weeks ago. One thing that caught my eye was this tree, changing colors; getting ready to go through a winter and bloom again with the summer sun.
It is a beautiful tree and so is the world when you stop to really take a look at it. I hope that my sight stays clear when i return back to work and my other things.