Sometimes We Must Get Lost to Find Our Way

How these past nine months have changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined

Photo by Edward Paterson on Unsplash

When I head out into the night for a walk, I lose myself in the mix of spreading silence and the signs of the day’s end. I lose myself in the moon and the planets, in the cold that wakes a sleepy spirit, in the thoughts that are often shrouded by the sun and the…