trains of thought

so i found out yesterday that my little sister keeps a 70 year old picture of my grandfather and great uncle sitting on a stone fence in her journal. i had never met my paternal grandfather, he died when my father was a young boy, and yesterday marked the first time i had ever seen a picture of him

maybe i think too much
i have a lot to think about

we are overdue for a change of seasons, crisp weather this week reminded me of autumn and created an even bigger longing for september, sweet september

the only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible




RIP