“On those evenings when I need to fall in love with my life again, I step out the door, down the front steps, and past the iron gate that surrounds our town house. For emphasis, I slam the gate and listen for the clang that reverberates, travelling down each iron post.
I’m outside my life now, a visitor at the gate.”
– Rebecca McClanahan, Word Painting
(Writers Digest Books, 2000)
May 2010 bring you everything you need and may you look at life with new eyes.