Help, I’m in a love bubble and I can’t get out. It’s day 28 on the Camino de Santiago, and a lot has changed. For one thing, the thick, viscous time I wrote about in the last post has shifted,
I woke up on the first day of my 35th year to find the snow that had started falling the day before continued through the night. It clung to the trees and electric wires, ambled down in delicate flecks as
It’s New Years Eve! And we are all ready to kiss this year goodbye. But before we leave 2020 in the rearview and never look back, I wanted to do just a litttttle bit more reflecting. Come on, it will