Yesterday afternoon, we went for a short hike up high, above treeline, in the nearby mountains. Winter had taken hold. The wind blew from the west with such incredible force that we could barely walk straight into it. The first photo that I took summed up the tumultuous world up high. I accidentally used a very slow shutter time... you can barely make out a blurry black dog and a human pant leg.
I certainly have learned that there's no shortcut to recovering from grief. Even having an amazing and loving girl like Shyla join our lives doesn't make it possible to hopscotch over steps in the process.