Last Wednesday, I found myself waking along a highway and almond tree fields in New Jersey. I grew up up in a landscape, not dissimilar to this, an ocean and a continent away.
Open skies, as far as the eye could see. soft ground underfoot. Something about this landscape and the air that opens the mind to new possibilities, far beyond a sleepy small town in NJ.
Something about solitude that invites daydreaming and brainstorming.