half-way home

With the recent snowstorm in northeast Georgia, I’m taking a detour home. It’s a great detour, as I’m traveling home to Houston for a couple of days. Home is relative, but my friend always makes me feel comfortable, so I call it home for a time.

Leaving at dawn, we enjoyed a spectacular sky light show on the way out of town.

A stop at Taos Coffee Apothecary, with a short chat with our familiar barista, and it was time to say goodbye. For now.

I’m letting the moments of these past six days sink in, nourish me, remind me of care, kindness, joy.

Of simple pleasures. Of slow travel. Of reunion.

Of beauty made by God,

and beauty made by God’s children.

And now I find myself in Houston. An unexpected gift.