The sky above Manhattan was all the swirls of sherbet tonight. Now, just light on building tops, and shadows below.

Two weeks ago we rode through fields in Sweden.

I have a swell of posts in the works, but for now am thinking of gratefulness, how thankful I am for you who stop by to hold my words, too. To my aunt and uncle in Maine who check every day. Thank you. To friends I have met along the way that still pop in to say hello. I wish it could be in person. Know that on dark, damp summer nights, there is a girl on the 4th floor watching traffic lights across the river, glad that you care, and come.