Coda

This weekend, I bought a bicycle. My former friend, Woolly, had been worn out, through and through. Their tires had fallen flat time and time again, the rear wheel rattled, rust formed on their frame from the 70’s, the gears creaked and then gave out altogether, and to top it off, the chain fell off, …

Mount and Moon

Of course, when seasons of challenges are not so clearly demarcated, we still strive to make sense of potential patterns. Yet when I look back, this time of year is usually when I became overwhelmed by the seemingly impossible. ED is a bit different though. It's a mountain I love marking off as "finished," only you never step in the same river twice.