Some days are gray, yet the trees stay.
And so should I. Even when it鈥檚 cold and the frosty breath of life blows straight into my face.
I find peace even in the struggle. Life is like these branches: each one grows in its own direction, crossing others along the way, yet always moving forward with a quiet determination to find its destiny.
Have a beautiful Sunday. Stay safe, stay calm, and enjoy these pictures.
