I am able to see the light, to feel the breeze on my skin, to walk the mountains. I am able to laugh, to love and to feel tired and resigned. I am. I am thankful for that.
I made this picture when we visited Biskupów back in December, and was looking for this crippled figure when we were there last Sunday. Maybe it was covered in snow or just gone, I couldn't find it. Instead I found the angel from the previous post.