Here is a picture of Lara, crossing a dicey-looking bridge in a nameless Central American rainforest. It looks so lush and green. Can't you almost hear the monkeys howl?I'm watching our own local greenery fade and dry up, now that autumn is here. School is in full swing, and I've even overheard conversations about (horrors!) Christmas shopping.
I got a wonderful email from a dear friend with whom I lost touch 20 years ago. This is one of the small benefits of growing old, I suppose; rediscovering and reinventing relationships.
I seem to be in a particularly reflective and somber mood tonight. Must be the barometric pressure.
