Every time I pass this house, I look over my shoulder and think...just one more. I feel joy with each glance. Mr. H and I pass this house every Saturday morning when we walk to town for the weekend papers. Walking in pace with another can be so revealing. I find that it is not so much the destination as the conversation along the way. Step by step you learn more and more.
A few posts ago I mentioned the winds of change (here). It seems, with each walk, the wind blow stronger. Your future is before you...ideas come forth, thoughts start to take shape, a plan needs to be developed. So, in the wee hours of this glorious Saturday morning, I have one question to ask you.
If you had one year left before you moved on to a new home, town or country, what would you do? How would you make the most of it? As always, your thoughts are most welcome and appreciated.
Best wishes for a glorious Easter!