Photo by Yu Hosoi on UnsplashI just opened my black book this evening. Yes, my actual black book. The physical book that originally inspired the name of this blog in the first place. I was turning page after page until I found my eyes were starting to shed tears. But it wasn’t a sad tear. It was a joyful tear, a gratitude tear. So, I wrote some...

I had complained if I got a room where there were trees right in front of my windows. I would love to see what happens outside my quarters, but trees are blocking my view. I can not see what I want to see.But as the season changes, I am witnessing how the trees also change. It blooms, it grows, the leaves fall until...