|3 days ago “Underway…” I thought to myself. “The year has begun.” Was the sense behind the thought. Gazing at the desktop image backdrop, a warm evening light glowing on a rural Virginian hillside, the site of the future home of a dear friend. Autumn colors in the brush and trees, some of the leaves even beginning to fall. “That’s not this time of year.” Comes the thought. Underway… The feeling, the thought, the grab of it gently wafts center stage. Beginnings and endings, these concepts are...
