When I’m Feeling Hopeless and Lost, I Go to the River for Nourishment
A 5 things photo essay
It was a humid, October day. I’d been telling myself for weeks that a walk by the river would do my heart, head, and body a lot of good but hadn’t gone on one yet.
We’d been basically self-quarantined since Mid-March, with a smattering of visits to close family members on special…