Distancing #6: A letter from the last few months

I am sitting in a borrowed office chair in our kitchen. It is late morning. Soft light slants through the trees, dancing on the wall, as the occasional rusting leaf twirls to the ground. I’m not sure where the year has gone. How has time actually passed, despite the wild world we’re now living in?Continue reading “Distancing #6: A letter from the last few months”