Crosscurrent, M.L. Smoker
Sometimes the seasons dictate our choices. The road into the hills or towards the lake calls us in the summer and early fall. In the winter, the road may be impassable, and the path to the couch and a soft, warm blanket calls us instead.
Sometimes it is not the season of the year but the season of our life that shapes our journeys.
What roads have you taken lately? Is it the arrival or the ascent that matters to you?
Lori Severens, Takoma Park, Maryland