When 1+1=1

Sometimes I wish I could share my writing with my grandpa (Bunicul Carol). He always encouraged me to write. I remember sitting by his desk with him after a visit back to Moldova, grandpa asking me, What did you observe? What did it smell like? Taste like? What did you see? It felt so meaningful years later to realize that the very day I felt I was finished with my book When 1+1=1, it happened to be two years to the day of my grandpa's passing. He wanted so much to be remembered -- for those who have passed live on as long as we remember them. If you're inclined to look him up, Constantin Condrea. ❤ Te iubesc şi te pominesc, Bunicul Carol.

Feeling a quiet stillness. Peaceful. A blanket of snow, tree branches swaying, sunshine, blue skies... beauty all around.