Hard times, they say, but I can feel a change coming, and it’s not just fall. I feel a revival. I feel a birth.
We cleaned out our closets completely this week and were honest for once about what works and what does not. We took 26 bags of clothes to the goodwill bin, and then we scrubbed those closet floors and got ourselves in order. A man only needs so much, but most of all he needs to be able to discern the good stuff and to know where to lay hand to it.
The metaphor spread from there.
My native country is in turmoil, but I feel a revival coming. I feel the light still, the afternoon sun with some fine hours yet left in the day. Let us use them wisely.