Radiant Reflections

Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Zing, Photo by BradensEye foresting amour

What if all this living is loving. The heated words and the nasty debates. That every damn rug pulled from beneath an undeserving soul’s feet leads to darling treasures of the prodigiously colossal kind. That they’re merely digging up our nerves while we’ll hunker in the hollows long enough that dissecting the melancholy becomes a hit song and a new lease on life. But turning over our leaves wasn’t highlighted in any formative guidebooks. Some might say…