Truth is....

We walked in the wind. In the rain. In the cold. Miserable really. But beautiful.

We talked about our minds. About choice. About understanding the implications of choice. Still being hesitant sometimes, to choose freely.

We wondered about logic. About being irrational. About The Truth.

We moved in water. By the water. Trying to keep dry in vertical rain. Still she did this.
Or was she really just trying to hold on to the umbrella?

Truth is, there is none.

Or alternatively: Truth is play, serious play. As GrandChild is now teaching me. And dear Anne-Kari is demonstrating with a great sense of creativity....

My husband, in truth a playful man, preferred this more serious version. (and !YAY! to being My Very First flick upload!)