Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and we’ve donned the cleats and crunched down the big hill, through the woods, across the field, and to the edge of the shore. It’s too cold for wading, so we’ll stand here at the water’s edge for a minute and listen to what the waves have to say.
“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.”
—Rumi
Onwards,
Clara
