It’s a simple thing.
Believe that you can or believe that you can’t.
Whatever we believe will be.
We get to choose.
It’s in our heads and our heads only.
Belief is ours.
Tag: Philip Dodson
The crunch of acrons
The blends of orange, red, brown, and green.
The damp, the slight chill.
The smell of a wood burner.
The darkening of the afternoon.
The crunch of acorns as we walk the woods.
It’s autumn and I love it.
Philip Dodson 