“Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten. ~ Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield
My son was home for a holiday, and we had the rare occasion to tool around town, having lunch and the chance to walk and shop in the sunshine of the first warm day of the season.
I have no place I have to be, he exclaimed, grateful for such unusual circumstances. There’s nothing I have to be doing right now.
We stopped in a refurbished firehouse that was home to a cool, new shoe store. The interior was designed like an old library, and as we sat down on a plush, oversized couch, I pointed out several shelves of blank books, none of which had covers, words or titles.
Look, I said. None of the books are written. They’re all blank.Read More