It looks like light.
It looks like listening.
It looks like home.
Want to keep dancing?
It looks like light.
It looks like listening.
It looks like home.
Want to keep dancing?
There’s something about midlife that feels like standing in the pasture with a horse who won’t be caught.
You know you’ve done this before. You know how it’s supposed to go.
But suddenly nothing works.
Not the routine.
Not the tools.
Not the person
There’s something about midlife that feels like standing in the pasture with a horse who won’t be caught.
You know you’ve done this before. You know how it’s supposed to go.
But suddenly nothing works.
Not the routine.
Not the tools.
Not the person