So many questions reverberating around my head . . . . .
. . . . . big ones, small ones, business ones, personal ones, silly ones, serious ones, some that I'd admit to, others I wouldn't. Too many to grasp on to, too many to ponder, to many to answer.
For some there are no answers, just the passing of time. Time for them to play out and for the answers to unfold like the wings of a butterfly.