My friend lives eight hundred miles to the north, where thick snow still blankets the ground. The sky behind her is brilliantly blue and her face, washed in sunlight, looks beautiful. She adjusts her position, and the Zoom image flashes to just sky, then barn, then her face again. Several of us are on this call with her a couple of Aprils ago, and we laugh at the absurdity of it all.
I always get a lot from these essays. I’m certain you are deepening your understanding of our journey here by focusing on your role as Walter fades. Billy
I always get a lot from these essays. I’m certain you are deepening your understanding of our journey here by focusing on your role as Walter fades. Billy
Thanks, Billy. I’m certain of that too, but I know I still have a long way to go.