Time marches on and souls keep on growing – at least this is the most desirable process to hope for.
Sunday afternoons are helpful indicators of journeys in repose.
Retracing steps often leads to a feeling of ennui. Been there, done that, worn the t-shirt, etc.
Yet, there is so much to live for, even if one has to constantly update one’s social skills in order to get along.
Dealing with inner horticulture is as demanding as anything else.