Journeys

Last week was the week for travel. Over the river and through the woods. . .

Our family went back to my home state of Missouri. Not much has changed. The Mississippi River still flows on the eastern boundary. The Missouri River still cuts a path through the state. The Arch still stands, a monument to westward movement and forwardthinking.

People change more. I saw two nieces and a nephew, and several former students. All of them taller. A few students married now. My nephew with a beard. My niece with a beau.

We came back safely from our trip, alhamdulillah. My bags are still packed. I have almost recovered.

But the journey continues.