Finding the Way
I have noticed a growing sentimentality in my spirit as of late. Maybe I am getting old. Maybe I have been quarantined too long. Things that normally would not keep my attention, I find strangely beautiful. Just yesterday, I watched the neighbor boy climb to the top of our shared fence so he could play ball with my son down below. Here they were, each in their own yard, obeying the rules, but driven by the deep need for human connection. They have not been able to play with anyone outside of their family in months. When they discovered that only a fence separated them, loneliness turned into…