A year of life after life

A year ago today, I reached the end of my road at dusk, at the top of a steep driveway in Eastern Tennessee.

I feel like this at least warrants a remark. I have things that I could say about the year that has followed (almost all good things), but the happenstance of today hasn’t left me with a lot of time to write.

I tell you what: if there’s anything you’re curious about—e.g. questions about a year of Tennessee life, or about adjusting to a new normal, or about about what comes next—feel free to ask.

Otherwise, here, look at some rocks and some water.