I have only been to Boston once. I was there for only about 24 hours, two years ago, for work. I have only run a few races, a few 5K runs, a handful of 10Ks, and one half-marathon. And with only these small connections, I long to connect with Boston today. We all do. Doesn’t that say something remarkable about the human spirit? That we feel the pain of others, we hurt for them and we long to connect? I was talking with two dear friends, Caroline and Danielle, today while we were glued to the television, about this very subject. Dear friends and deep conversations are a comfort during dark days like this.
Painting Watching Trees by Clare Elsaesser on Etsy