It’s hard to believe that I wrote these words about turning 35 four whole years ago. And that in a year I’ll be writing about crossing over into my 40s. While mid-August is the height of summer’s dog days, fall is also undeniably whispering around the edges of these hot hours. I have noticed some red leaves in trees, can tell that it’s getting dark earlier, and sense the new season that is arriving. It was on this hinge between seasons that I arrived (three weeks early, of course!), and I’ve been drawn to borders and transitions ever since.
Another year, here we go. Towards the radiance.