A wandering heart at my core.

For the past two years, I've told myself this mantra.

Since 2015 Nick Kleiner and I take hours together each December to daydream a guiding word for the coming year.

If we let go of expectation where would that leave us with our intentions?

Slowly, we're making our way out of the long dark days.

With the world slowing in early 2020, I spent a lot of time thinking about what "friendship" entails.

A lover of the wind.

So here is part 3, a look towards the future...

So here is part 2, a present view...

So here is part 1, looking back...

Heavy like our hearts.

We're creeping up on one year since physical touch was a normal part of the world.

Places that glisten with the fulfilled promise of countless snowflakes falling in the hours we slept.

A wearer of soft and lazy smiles.

You're not a stranger to me. You never have been.

You're one of the great teachers of my life.

It was "Ecstatic Dance". Maybe you've heard of it before? I had once or twice, but it was nothing like I expected. It was so much more.

Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about your lust for life...

This time last year, at almost this precise moment, I was in Garmish-Patenkirchen, Germany.

I miss being able to look in your eyes.