My toes are cold.

I miss you.

The wind is howling.

I fight with you God.

But, we will always be connected.

The sun will rise from the West.

The messiah will come.

Allah Akbar.

Our souls will be leaving eventually.

Shocking.

Kids.

Howling

Cat cries.

We are guests in this world. Eventually, we have to leave.

We can’t over stay our welcome.