[Yesterday. Overcast. Beautiful. Autumn colors as intense as a drug addict’s dream. We went for a walk while Roberto fished. Me and the girls and the dog. And there again, that feeling of peace—even if fleeting—and so much gratitude.]
What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.