Sometimes, we will walk the same ground, over and over again. Sometimes, it will be the same alley, all those familiar trees or the beloved dog, we live with for years, and suddenly we see differences. A slightly shifted perspective, that prompts us to actually see again. Maybe it is an yet undiscovered light or a hidden stone, we have never noted before. Or it's simply Spring, that we had almost forgotten about. I love these kind of moments. Do you? Have a great weekend out there.
P.S. In case somebody knows anything about the ghosts of iraq, I would love to hear about it.