Tonight, as a watch a great documentary, I walk outside for a cigarette; the man and his wife who just rented the apartment next to me are bringing boxes up the stairs. I pause to myself to note that this is the first day of a new season of my life.
Praise be to the Father for such a thing: that we move through our lives weaving through the vines of life around us, and he stays consistent among us.
O' Ancient of Days
