Two days ago I left the country house, where I had spent the summer and drove back to the city. Sort of a bittersweet journey. On one hand I was looking forward to the change, and yet, this move signifies another chapter closed . . . a time to look back and reflect.
As you can see, I’m now back in the city looking at an entirely different topography through the window of our 38th floor apartment . . . a time to leave the past where it belongs and look forward.