I have been unfathomably lazy these few months. But just for record--Savannah trip, India, Smoky mountains. Also, a beautiful poem I picked up from Adidas's profile.

Many times I've not the courage
To ask if all I did was okay
And even if I do I've not the knowledge
To know if truth comes my way
Because the more bitter the truth
The more strength you need to speak out
The more caution in the air and warmth in words
The weak avoid it without doubt
How many times have you thought
That something you did was amiss?
How many times did you make it upWith a hug, and sealed with a kiss?
See the wonders of open-heart-glue...
If paint can kiss then you can too...