and look out over an open space that seems to promise every possibility.
This is the feeling I recall from my twenties, from my thirties---and it's been an
ongoing shock to live in the complicated rat's nest that is middle life--every hour spoken for,
details and demands growing faster than the blackberry vines crowding out my roses, so that
change appears impossible--or, at least, impossibly difficult. This summer I want to return
to a faith that all doors open to bright air, that every road leads to a place I can love.
How about you all?
