Peek through a window and many visions you will see. Some will bring blessings from the skies, while others are rivers flooding one's eyes. They both are needed in order to build character and flare, either way one has to learn to take care. To groom, blossom and grow and find their way to the other side of the hill where dandelions, rose petals and wildflowers grow.
So I wait as my activities flourishes through the valley below. To determine how my heart should flow. To climb what appears to be an endless hill, no tools to assist, no shade to conceal. But I smile, I smile. Because I can see the top of the hill.