As gatherings small and large arrive, create new experiences and embrace long traditions, we look through the lens of those who have passed through our lives, shaping our view while we live in this moment.
And in the crisp days that preceded this one, I wish I had a way to describe the profound thankfulness I have for those who lit my imagination, and who challenge my heart and mind, and never relent in their curiosity about the world and universe they are part of. Each one cuts a shape of their very own. Sometimes a fleeting display of brilliance or a quiet beauty, a giggle or whisper. Some with a tender toughness. Many curmudgeons. Often unexpected.
We may flock, gather, be scattered by the winds, or join in our journeys, in boisterous joy or quietude. ❧