Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and we’re down at the beach for this week’s nature respite—a full three minutes of it. Far off on the horizon, a small cluster of sailboats is midway through a race. The word “race” is a bit of a misnomer, as there’s no real wind out there. It’s more of a float. Sometimes life is like that.
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. …
