An acorn becomes a fine oak tree, and there is life in every branch, in every leaf. And through the seasons of the year life is reborn, over and again.
The cold wind at Ocean Beach. We walked hand in hand with our collars up, young and hopeful, with woolen hats and scarves. Youth is gone but hope remains; we are still walking together.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.