Walking by the river, the breeze cool, the sun warm. Tranquility.
June Seventh, Two Thousand and Fourteen
For years I’ve driven past this driveway. There is something about the bend in the road, and the way the fence frames the entrance, powered by tall trees that grabs my attention. It’s an entrance that invites, ne entices one to enter it.
“Welcome anything that comes to you, but do not long for anything else.”
-Thirty-Eight of Three Hundred and Sixty-Five