Chase the night away, I'm waiting for the break of day, Haste the dawn!
Like a flash flood in a desert, it's still a lot to take in and try to absorb. But a flood of this much goodness and positivity is one I don't mind being swept away in.
I only recently made the connection that my photography is also an outlet, and it is theraputic in its own way as well.
The mask. The bane of my existence and my Savior. The air in my lungs and the poison in my veins.
Yesterday was....well, let's just say it wasn't one of my better days in recent history.