“Everything has to come to an end, sometime.”
~ L. Frank Baum, The Marvelous Land of Oz
What to say about endings? Endings are also beginnings; everything has to end; blah blah blah. Endings are difficult for me and rather than write about them I’m choosing to focus, instead, on the dark in the photo for today’s rumination. (Love being able to make my own “rules” here in this space.)
Despite my disdain for having to go out at night into the dark, we enjoyed an interesting evening listening to a talk about the history of Wells Gray Park. Gerry often hikes and experiences first hand the awesome beauty there is hidden away in canyons and on mountaintops relatively few have the opportunity to see. I’m no hiker and remain content to appreciate the park’s treasures vicariously through his stories and photos and talks like the one we attended last night.
Today, hubby’s back in the laundry room wrapping up the tiling project and I’m scheming, dreaming, and creating in the woman cave with my Yorkie sidekick, Maya, by my side.