Entire seasons have come and gone. I need to—want to—be better about sitting down to record my thoughts, but I always find it the most difficult after a long silence. What nuances of emotion and imagery to share? Where to begin when so many nothings and somethings and nothings again have occurred? It’s difficult to know; I can’t focus on the details when so many larger things remain unsaid. I’ll say (some of) them now.
I ran my second half marathon, missing my goal time by a single second.
Summer arrived in the valley, brilliant and beautiful, and we left for Ireland.
We explored the valley that is our home, finding beauty great and small.
And—eventually—the blanket of winter was rested upon us.
It is breathtaking simply to be here.