Today was a very quiet day, at home with a sick Florina. And like usual, taking pictures, I liked the grey and dark colors of this day. Everything went slow and silent. Then Earl came back from work and he brought life in the house. He gave Swann his bath listening to hip hop music in the bathroom, then gave him his dinner with the sound of latina music, singing and talking to him like an old guy from Mississipi. Man, I love him.
It's hard to explain how peace comes and goes. But for the moment it is here, and I want to hold on to it as long as I can.