The kids have gone back to school this week. They ran off to their first day without a backwards look, as usual. I’m once again looking in the rearview mirror and momentarily freaking out because I’m alone in the car. Back to that strange untethered feeling of having sent my heart out wandering without me, of not being sure how to catch my breath in all the quiet.
Things have been a bit quiet here on the blog, with all the business of summer. But ready or not, the start of school shuts the door to summer, and opens us to fall, to a regular day-to-day routine (hopefully something more interesting than mere drudgery) and to the possibilities of a new year.
I’ve been writing this blog for a year this month. I’m still not quite sure what I’m doing here — this blog, this country, this universe — you know, little questions like that — but I still enjoy taking pictures and telling small stories, so I guess I’ll keep at it. And … there’s always so much more to see. Time to walk through the next doorway.