November 2018 – For the last two months since returning home from our three-month, round-the world honeymoon, my wife and I have been working on apartment projects. We’re getting it cozy and comfortable for a winter of reading, wine, and writing.
Life’s moments tick like highway lines.
Measuring the passage of time with toothbrushes.
The air was thick and dead.
This scene can be a moment.
In a city like this, the barber shop is where dreams begin.