8:18 - Fellowship of Ailbe
8:18
This, hopefully, is the start of something big.
My search for stairs has led me, appropriately, to the courthouse.
What I like best about a lily pond is the dark water.
I shouldn’t be on this path.
I only notice the bird because it is dancing.
The day dawns as I take to the lake.
This rose bush is admirable.
I have to read the young woman’s sign twice.
I realize now how much I miss this.
The problem with progression is it’s sneaky.
My grandson is a talker who doesn’t require words.
It’s a new day. Again.
This is a new road beneath our feet.
Cooking is a very practical expression of love.
It feels like we are in a dystopian graphic novel.