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No matter the destination, there is a rhythm in arriving.
An ordinary ride from the airport—Aaron's flight came in at midnight. We began our return drive through town and up the hillside in the mid-November rain.
As the road wound toward the ridge, it rained even harder then softened into snowflakes sticking and sliding on the windshield. Rounding the last steep curve onto the country road, the car labored even more in the accumulating snow. Finally, we slid to rest in a snowy embankment and got out to push. Our feet slipped on the icy road. After many unsuccessful attempts, we finally conceded to leave the car.
Walking home through the moonlit snow, we moved forward toward our destination in a steady persistent rhythm. We abandoned our comfortable ways, returning to basics, to ourselves, to our inner resources. Unforeseen moments of simplicity open up deeper realities. On foot is how every journey ends.
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As the road wound toward the ridge, it rained even harder then softened into snowflakes sticking and sliding on the windshield. Rounding the last steep curve onto the country road, the car labored even more in the accumulating snow. Finally, we slid to rest in a snowy embankment and got out to push. Our feet slipped on the icy road. After many unsuccessful attempts, we finally conceded to leave the car.
Icy snowfall claimed the road
Walking home through the moonlit snow, we moved forward toward our destination in a steady persistent rhythm. We abandoned our comfortable ways, returning to basics, to ourselves, to our inner resources. Unforeseen moments of simplicity open up deeper realities. On foot is how every journey ends.
You may enjoy visiting our other websites:
Uncommon Promise Video Library
Under the Tuscan Thumb Blog
The UP Side Lowdown by Cheryl
New Music - Virtual CD
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