Roots, rivers, and roads

It’s Sunday. The rain is coming and going, in between the snow flakes and the flickers of sun behind oppressive, brooding clouds. Inside though, we’re the opposite of brooding. The mood is spirited, defiant even, in the face of Winter’s last stand. We know that Spring is right behind us, and so we’re all just slightly less wearied by the glower. On these unhurried weekend mornings that stretch into lazy afternoons, I feel especially exuberant about the current state ofRead More