It feels like a whirlwind, doesn’t it? Every day is wrought with chaos, confusion, and despair. Every day is rife with hopelessness. Dim, empty eyes stare beyond the masks in their search for peace.
I grabbed my jacket and took off for a much needed walk. The periwinkle sky of November illuminated the remaining red and yellow leaves of fall. Sunshine bathed me in warmth as I labored up the hill to the white clapboard church where a bench awaited me.Read More