The doorbell rang at a home in a North Shore suburb. The woman of the house went to the door, and there, on her doorstep, was Robert Redford. More
Celia relishes the prospect of the ordinary: the wait for the train, the interminable commute, the office routine—all welcome after the hullabaloo of a week filled with special days and the extraordinary currents of joy, suffering, doubt, and celebration they bring.
Like the earth, we struggle to be fully alive, though, when we are, it’s exhausting.
There’s a sweetness to the morning commute; have you noticed? Everyone is looking their best, if a little sleepy (that’s part of the charm, the romance and weariness clinging from the night before). Bodies fresh, clothes fresh. Hair washed and combed. Many clutching coffee, though the most wide-awake have worked out already. More