goodbyes
a daytrip to Galveston
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. ― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time Kristen and I spontaneously packed
on the way
there is a day when the road neither comes nor goes, and the way is not a way but a place. -wendell berry We have been packing boxes and emptying walls and shelves the last