Horse butts. That's always a good way to end. :)

I have heard that siren singing, too. I spent a maudlin year worrying about the things I was doing and seeing for the very last time.

Some where out in the pucker brush it came to me that I'd be better served celebrating the things I was seeing and doing rather than mourning them. For now, I have the wax firmly in my ears...

Thanks Denise. Per normal the photos are stunning and the words full of meaning.