As I was driving home in the afternoon today, I was struck by the beauty of freshly fallen cotton bolls flying through the air. It looked like a snowstorm in the sweltering heat...
Oh, to be free like that. To just float where the wind takes us... Seemed like a beautiful thing, to just flow with life. Maybe we should all take a lesson from that simple cotton boll, just flow.
Bipolar or not, happy or sad, just flow. Beautiful. Simple. Perfect.
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Very zen!
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