I’ll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written for you in the clouds by sunrise. All I am trying to say is: I will love you through the darkness. ~ Christopher Poindexter
There is no light that compares to a autumn morning sunrise.
Nadine and Troy traveled from Toronto to meet me near my home in the Haliburton Highlands. We met just before sunrise and toured around while the sun rose.
