There's just something about spending time with my mom. It's wonderful. In fact, I don't think I can describe it. I'll take a cue from my dad's writing for once and be brief, although not perfectly to the point like he is. Not yet anyway! But I'm working on it. I hope I'm also working on being like my mom in a lot of ways.
Everything is OK after a lovely dinner in the Highlands with my mom. Even when I look into the future.
This is how the moon looked tonight.
