I'm on the shore of Lake Huron, 8:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Sun pouring in, so bright that I can barely see the screen.
Sounds of waves and water, bullfrog, birds.
I am with my three friends who are caring for their daughter who is in the palliative and final stage of MS.
Beauty, life, death, happiness, sadness surround me.
Where did you wake up? Sounds, sights? Feelings?