Driving home through blessed and abundant fields of pink caramel corn stalks…brilliant copper red leaves fading in a snowy grey sky…through the magical orange corridor which is this quiet road; the maples are decked out in one hundred shades of amber and lush yellows, just waiting…hanging on for the first strong October gust which will send them all sailing on a thousand separate journeys.
J.S. Bach is on the radio…for all things beautiful remain forever…woven carefully into the DNA of the universe…friendship, family, the creation…the baby in the back of the car learning to speak the strange language that humans speak…only a brief photograph of all that is yet to come…
690 Saint Paul 