Driving west tonight, the city dissolves behind us.
I keep feeling we’re going farther than we’re going,
a journey that started in the deep inkwell
out of which our days are written.
Nothing is said to indicate a monument,
yet I perch on the edge of some new light.
-Naomi Shihab Nye, Lights from Other Windows
Thank you to my dear friend Denise for sending this right when I needed it.
So lovely. xo