Intersection of Seasons
These last days have been very wet. Oodles or rain. It’s kind of cozy. It has tucked in feeling. It invites a leaning in together for our group of 19.
In the picture above, I quite love the intersection of seasons. There’s a bit of remnant summer and early fall in the flowers. There are leaves changed and falling to the ground. There’s something about the crossover spaces that I’m drawn to.
And, in people. In this group. The intersections of story — for commonality and for difference — these are quite rich.
I’m glad for that.