Finding my way

From my back porch, I see a bank of rhododendrons that have soaked up sun and grown almost as tall as the house. Above the rhododendrons, there’s a strip of blue sky, seen as though looking through a clerestory window. It’s a glorious day. …

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This is the beginning of an essay of mine that was just published by The Sunlight Press . Please go on over to their site and look around.