Jul 18, 2022
4 min read
PLACES AND SPACES
When You Arrive Somewhere and Instinctively Know You Are Home
You know you‘re home when the trees make you cry.
We pulled over on the side of the mountain road. The aspen leaves were a sun-kissed yellow, fluttering atop trunks of white and grey. They whispered in the breeze like the voices of angels, words indistinct but comforting.
