#29: Compost Pile.

Compost pile. Life can be like this. A mixture of scraps with little to no value on their own become fresh black gold that nourishes the earth. But only scraps of the right kind and proportion given time and air. In the meantime, there is heat and stink and mess. The scraps are our lessons and failures and successes and values that, with time and intent and persistence, make for a sweet life full of richness and purpose and contribution.