Note to self...

Yosemite's glory remains

When the glass is already shattered

Even the tiniest grain

Sends the shards crashing

So we hold on so tightly

Protect at all costs

When the grain is inevitable

The pieces will fall

Seems like such a dark thing

But behind that glass

A canvas remains

Ready for awe to inspire again

And the paint will come

The ink will flow

And the glass will be fired and fitted

Once again

(With the help of a little ☕️)