Sunday Musings on a Sandy Trail

Finding soul-healing sunshine on a Boise, Idaho hike

And there was a glow across the land

It’s Sunday late afternoon. I watch you walk into the airport with your bags. You’ll only be gone a few days. But as I drive away, I’m taken aback at how much I already miss you. It’s been a while since we’ve been apart.

Sundays are weirdly melancholy anyway and no time for goodbyes at airports, even short-term ones.