My son, Calvin, flew to New York to go back to his school.
Me, my wife Helena, Genna, and our two dogs arrived at the Grand Canyon at a cloudy afternoon.
It is always breath-taking to see the grandeur view of the canyon whenever I come. This was my second time here.
Because there was an overcast, I was expecting that the finished painting to look a bit flat.
I was longing for the bright sun light come out of the wide and thin clouds, but the sun never showed up for more than second or two.
However, it is always thrilling to be there, the mother land of the Native Americans.
All of sudden, I recalled my native friend, Sky Red Hawk, and what he said in his language, "Happy Journey", and holding my arm.