Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and we’ve bundled up in so many layers that when we walk, we wobble like drunk toddlers. The benefit of this style of clothing is that if we slip and fall, nothing breaks. And, we’re warm, and that’s what counts.
We’ve come to a spot near the summit of the Hill That Requires a Commitment (which we don’t have today). I wanted to show you this.
From afar, the world appears frozen right now. But right beneath the surface, there is movement.
“Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.”
—Bertolt Brecht
Onwards,
Clara
