November walk. In leaves and gravel.
After feasting.
We walk in memory and laughter.
Remembering.
And relishing the company in cold air. Clear and true.

November walk. In leaves and gravel.
After feasting.
We walk in memory and laughter.
Remembering.
And relishing the company in cold air. Clear and true.

“Yes, Lord.”
Take a deep breath.
Then step out by faith.
Walk into unknown waters.
Enter cross-currents of
something new.
