A rose grows in Harlem.

A rose grows in Harlem.


It’s a beautiful and remarkable moment when you’ve gone through life thinking you’re the hare, and suddenly you realize you are the tortoise.
WAV

Breakfast!

Breakfast!



my treasures

my treasures



I love every single thing about this.

more from Emily here.


No matter how cold and barren the dark days of winter, the flowers of spring always return. 

Beautiful hope.