Sunny with a high of 80 degrees and a low of 48. A slow day in the desert was spent watching the shadows of the Joshua trees grow while thinking about the future. How to live and concentrate again. How to start the next chapter. How to find some quiet.
In the midst of this silence, C. and I heard The New York Times featured After the End as a critic’s pick, noting that it “provides a place for anyone suffering loss or battered by contemporary life to mourn, meditate and perhaps heal a little.”
