Five o clock in the morning.

Random image of a window I saw this morning. Walking with the Beast in Phoenix AZ.

The days are full. She and I are having some time to ourselves. Moment by moment she’s change. One minute an old soul with wisdom in her eyes, the next a child full of wonder or insecurity. The two emotions jockey for position.

Now in the early hours something’s woken me and I think about the days past and those yet to come. The rain is falling gently outside. Making me grateful for shelter and the simple things.

Tomorrow we pack up the Tacoma and head north towards Nevada. We’ll take out time getting there.