Picture found at Picasa , taken at Heron Pointe, East Patchogue, NY August was, a month to pause, a month to wander, and a month to be lost. In the sunshine and shadow, in fear and regret, in the ideas and possibilities that lie ahead. It seems like a lifetime ago, but sometimes a day - full of warmth, and wonder, and whatever will may. August was a gift, one I didn't want. But, from the other side of the calendar, I'd be foolish to go without. It was there that I found the strength to rebuild my life, gained eyes to look forward and not hide, and embrace both joy and strife. T.L. Eastman 09
Life is tough, but hope is tougher.