This week I marked the end of another summer by spending as much time as I could on the water.
By Heather Cox Richardson — via Substack
This week I marked the end of another summer by spending as much time as I could on the water. In the low fall light, paddling past the rock pier I’ve known my entire life, I saw something that made me appreciate the masons’ artistic ability even more than I always had.
It seemed they made the rocks take flight.
Here’s hoping the next year brings us all entirely new ways to look at the world.
