Walk 39

The moment and it passes

The gallop towards the end of the year begins. We mount up and dash at a pace that feels faster than our legs can carry us. It is an urgent time, a busy time. A fast time filled with too many hellos and goodbyes. Our minds dart from this to that. Time blurs, melting into moments that the end of year brings.

We are more are than a little tired. This pace …