52 in 52 | Week 3

“No Country for Old Men” — Cormac McCarthy

Something stellar and alien in its light that he’d come to feel comfortable with. Anything but sleep in the dark.
Just breaking first light. Full and gray above the floodplain along the east shore of the river. God’s own distance to the far side.
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.