I took a walk in the fine English drizzle with a friend while her youngest daughter biked ahead and her oldest moved into college two hundred miles away.
We continued in the hot tub– a real treat on a September evening when summer is both here and gone. When we straddle both the seasons and the changes in our lives.
There might not be a more precious thing than a woman who has done her own work, who knows herself and the way life can be, and who can simply be with you as you sift through your own experience.
Color changing lights transforming the water as the sky grows dark and the trees turn to secret black silhouettes is sweetness on top of sweetness.