I have no photographic image for today. Near the end of the day, I tried to bully myself into composing something, anything, just for the sake of not missing a day (isn't that part of the whole point of a 365?), but I'm still physically and emotionally wiped-out from yesterday, and could not stand the thought of even touching my camera.
But here's a mental image, instead: think of snow in the mountains, just starting to melt now that spring is coming. Imagine the drops of melted snow coming together in depressions, forming trickles that collect into streams. The streams join other streams, then creeks, then small rivers. More and more drops and trickles and streams and rivers come together into a wider river, until it is something enormous and almost unimaginably powerful.
I live in a city on a river, halfway between the snowmelt of the Blue Ridge and the wide mouth where the "Mighty James" meets the ocean in Hampton Roads. Richmond is halfway there, and maybe we swelled the river a little more with our trickles, streams, small rivers of kindness yesterday. I'm really looking forward to meeting more and more drops of water and seeing the ocean someday soon, how about you?