Excuse me? Wonderment? Are we referring to Santa Claus? Is someone handing me a (huge) winning lottery ticket? A Sasquatch is banging on my front door? What? No, not Saint Nick, nor a large winning lottery ticket (sigh), or a lonely Sasquatch hoping for company. Oh, gosh, the big reveal should probably come through more poetic means than my own. Let’s go with Mary Oliver, the late poet:
Pretty "amazing" piece today, Jan. i.e., plenty of dopamine and oxytocin generated here, at least, despite the rainfall and cloudiness. But, hey, even their beauty can be amazing when you look at/listen to/walk in them. Thanks!
Pretty "amazing" piece today, Jan. i.e., plenty of dopamine and oxytocin generated here, at least, despite the rainfall and cloudiness. But, hey, even their beauty can be amazing when you look at/listen to/walk in them. Thanks!