The River Thames on our way back to the hotel this evening. There is extravagant beauty all around us yet I am longing for the extravagant beauty of our simple home.
I am trying to work out a meaning that I feel lurking around the edges of this trip. Something to do with story and the egalitarianism of death. I haven’t got it yet but I am trying.
Hope you all are well and are having a happy thanksgiving.