Oh, to be so carefree.
A little wrinkled from sun and water. But in a good way.
My niece sort of posed for this shot a few years back. Now she is as tall as I am. Where have all the summers gone?
Just when you think summer is finally here, it is halfway over. At least that is how it seems to work in the Pacific Northwest. We certainly cherish our sunshine.
Because it is fleeting.
Every ray is precious.
Like every smile. Or kind word. Or thankful heart.
I met an older gentleman at the burn center this week who is hurting, yet so grateful for every kind gesture by the staff members treating his wounds. I think he gave me three compliments in a five-minute conversation.
Old-world charm?
Unrepentant flirt?
Or maybe just a soul who understands that kindness can help soothe the wrinkles of life.