Whenever I find myself near an old fort, battle field, or memorial. I inevitably feel myself drawn towards it. Even if I didn't know it was there, until I stumbled onto it.
Supposedly there's lots of slash pine trees. But the must be hiding behind all the mangroves, mango trees, and various palm trees
As fibrosis advances, the more of a workout eating becomes. But what comes out of those pizza ovens is just what New York style pizza should be.
When Marin and I stumbled across one rather large gator... sun bathing next to the path. We had to patiently wait for him to decide it was time to move along.
Marin just wanted to smell all the smells and walk, walk, walk. My nose wasn't powerful enough to pick up on any odors of note. But she seemed to find enjoyable scents all over.
Keep living and dreaming to the best of your physical and mental ability. And tell pulmonary fibrosis to wait it's turn.