These two beauties found me. I was at the dock thinking about impossibilities and they rose from the bottom and looked at me. What are the chances of that? They shouldn’t even be there with this crazy woman dancing for joy on the pier. Luck and losing are illusions. You can bet on red or black…and win.
I was steadfast about one or two things: loving foxes, and poems, the blank piece of paper, and my own energy. -Mary Oliver