“Sorry,” the woman says to her invisible friend, murmuring hello to the dog as he lifts his head to her in greeting, “it’s just someone holding the gate for me.” Together apart. Together, together again. Sort of.
The swallows return and we host our first gathering in the garden, leading me to reflect on what makes it possible to make leaps of faith.
The natural world bounds and cartwheels back to life, bringing opportunities for much-missed connections.