We walked back to the nook we'd discovered the day before along the bank of Kinzua Bay and stood side by side, secluded and unhurried, as we let the serenity seep in. Sunlight danced on the water, and we vowed to return sometime with a couple of folding chairs and fishing rods. Suddenly, a duck appeared from the north, sailing just above the water's surface; and we watched until it disappeared from view. Following the path through fuzzy fiddleheads and the beautiful, mottled foliage of emerging trout lilies, we reached the asphalt road and decided to walk the long way back to The Dreamcatcher and our cozy loveseat pulled up close to the campfire beneath swaying pines. I can't even guess how many times we each stated how much we love the camping life — and each other.
Time.
The saying that sticks with me is,
“Lost time is never found.”
Being an early stage three breast cancer survivor, I have several sayings I claim for myself:
- Everyday is a gift.
-There are no guarantees of a tomorrow.
-What I do today is important because am exchanging a day of my life for it.
Even though I know where I will be after my stay on earth - everyday is precious.
The saying that sticks with me is,
“Lost time is never found.”
Being an early stage three breast cancer survivor, I have several sayings I claim for myself:
- Everyday is a gift.
-There are no guarantees of a tomorrow.
-What I do today is important because am exchanging a day of my life for it.
Even though I know where I will be after my stay on earth - everyday is precious.