How can it be April 2022 already? Where has January, February and March gone?

I feel like I blinked and here I am, April 3rd.

When I stop and think about the past few months, nothing noteworthy leaps out - yet so many, small, remarkable moments took place. I suppose life is like that - the slow roll of seemingly innocuous happenings, sometimes buttressed against large, momentous occasions - until one day you blink - and you find yourself holding baskets of memories.

Thus far, 2022 has seen us:

• welcome a new black and white soul into our home

• walking hand in hand upon a frozen lake, surrounded by stone giants

• see a conductor tread softly away from his steaming, metal bound charge

• stand within a waterfall, whose fierceness is suspended within winter’s icy hold

• stood on the edge of a prairie and felt the vastness in the space between the horizon and the sky

• chatted with the ever plucky and spunky members of the Fowl Crew

• reconnected with my favorite worn soul

• tended the old man and sat in the straw, counting freckles

• witnessed a lone soul stand firm under the weight of the sky

• giggled at the swiftness of the blur - giving chase

• agreed with the modern dinosaur that heat lamps are essential

• found the beauty in the cracks

• was inspired by flying wood, the roar of the spinning metal teeth and the sureness of the yellow grip

• witnessed the joy and hope bound in a piece of rope

And lastly - painted the sky with light and time.