It seems I been going, going, and going some more...
It's mostly been busyness. It needs to be done, but doesn't really lead anywhere.
People stuff is very draining physically for me. I need a lot of alone time.
Alone time has been in short supply of late.
There are changes at work.
Fortunately, I'm old enough to accept stress as normal...and human enough to feel fragile and exposed as well.
Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to old buildings. It is in their company I'm reminded even brokenness has a wholeness about it, a character of its own, a random beauty and an humility that can't be faked.
Everyday I ride past this old friend of a building. I finally took an opportunity to spend some time in its company. It was time well spent.