Notes From a Long Walk
The road made room for the kind of thoughts that do not hurry. A neighbor waved from a porch. The air smelled of rain.
Sometimes going somewhere new is less important than noticing where we already are.
The road made room for the kind of thoughts that do not hurry. A neighbor waved from a porch. The air smelled of rain.
Sometimes going somewhere new is less important than noticing where we already are.