Nearly a decade ago when I was newly single, without a reliable income, and very sick but not yet diagnosed, I could hardly bear the heartbreak of the changing seasons. When the first leaves started to fall that autumn, I wept in my therapist’s office. I had been spending my mornings by the Eno River and the canopy of leaves had become a shield against my fear and grief.
Beautiful.
Just so stunning. The pictures, the poetry, the words. Thank you for sharing your gifts.
I love the photos of Khalil, as always—he’s getting so big! Here’s hoping some huge carp will swim you over the threshold 😘