The wheel rotates once again and we come full circle in our lives. My father use to say "Once a man, twice a child." and as I get older, I've come to realize the full measure of what he meant. But within the wheel of life there exist spokes, clear lines that exist marking beginnings and ends. And this morning on Antelope Island I witnessed the first snow, icy, silent beauty that adorned the mountains of northern Utah....the hand of winter.
December 3, 2019