new-beginnings

The chief beauty about timeis that you cannot waste it in advance.The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,as perfect, as unspoiled,as if you had never wasted or misapplieda single moment in all your life.You can turn over a new leaf every hourif you choose.

Now, as we close one chapter, the pen is gradually inking up, preparing itself to write the next.

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset.

Our journey without judgment can begin today.

He'd lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky.

Everything about the house was rich, and dense, and rooted. It was everything I wasn__. Even the air, with its distinct smell of oak wood and sage, spoke to its identify and its history. I couldn__ help but feel small here. Overwhelmed. Incompatible.

Alford was going to start this fast the same way he had started everything else, alone and uncertain