My oldest son was born 47 years ago today.  I reflect back, grateful.  I think of the roundness of the nest that births little chicks, the roundness of our lives.  In some ways my sons seem older than I as we go round and round from root to tree to branch to spire to bench. 

Bench in the Presidio
Andy Goldsworthy’s Spire

https://www.presidio.gov/places/andy-goldsworthys-spire

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