I’m still on the east coast for a few more hours; it’s past midnight here and officially August. But because I’m headed west in the morning, and because my life breathes there too, I imagine I am straddling the space between the pages of a calendar, holding on to a bit of July.
And what a July it’s been.
From the North Coast…
To Chicago…
To New York State…
And to the mid-Atlantic.
In these last moments of July/earliest breaths of August, I am more grateful than I can possibly say. My life is so full, and I am so thankful.
The Wandering Introvert 