The Present That is Your Past
The view from our window. Metaphorically beautiful, the big “stay” sign, amidst the fog. Some of us need really obvious signs. Sometimes you don’t realize how close behind you your past is, until you turn around and are staring it smack in the beady little eyes. But it’s always there. Sometimes it gets you in a strangle-hold, sometimes it needles you, but it is there, like a shadow. I ran into mine this weekend, in ways that I never would have expected, but it made so many th