A New Cycle
As the days melt into months and the months into years, we are on the move again. Two years, two children, so many miles; there are days when I wonder if we'll ever stop. And then we are on the road again: lock the door, turn left on Springfield, merge on to the 215, south to Los Angeles, get a on a flight to Doha and far, far beyond.
I see the way open in front of me and I cannot help walking down it.