I went for a couple of morning walks this week. In Luxembourg and around my neighborhood… I love mornings so much they may be becoming my new evening. . . . . well maybe thats stretching it. There IS nothing better than sitting around a table of tapas and wine wondering away the ways of the world with someone you love; the crisp breeze from the nights air flushing your face in a soon familiar pattern, the twinkle of the city lights catching your eye in between topic breaks and the faded voices from the streets below suddenly becoming a path to another unique and tragic life from within the storybook of that deep imagination that stewed and grew from your childhood unhindered. If all my days could end with those nights, I would be so bold as to call my life heavenly. 
Here are just a few random shots ~
and well, this last one made me sad. . . I know everything dies and babies are new hope. But mostly I really prefer the old ones.
Go out of your way to be kind to a senior citizen this weekend- even if it means taking your grandparent to lunch or sending them a card. Every thought counts.
with love,
Jessica.
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