This summer we have had many days where it’s always ten minutes before two in the afternoon.
Days where we are free of the burden of time and can rest our minds and our souls.
As the days get shorter, I feel the natural melancholy of another season ending, a new one beginning. Work has been busy gearing up for fall programs and trainings, we have only this weekend to enjoy Rockport before we hand over the keys to tenants, and two kids at home are beginning to pack for college.
Life moves forward and you either rebel and go nowhere or accept and move forward embracing a new normal.
And that’s why pictures are a gift; a gift for the memory when life gets cold and seasons move forward.
In honor of the last days of summer here are some glimpses of our moments where time stopped and rest happened.
Thanks for making Communicating Across Boundaries a part of your routine. It is a gift.
