This morning I drove east to Rio Vista to visit my cousin and say goodbye as she transitions into a new journey. The drive was exquisite through the delta and past the golden summer lands of California.

On the roundabout I miscounted when to exit so I ended up on a deserted gravel road which was perfect as I needed a pee break.

On the left side of the road was an old-fashioned windmill with a gathering of cows.

And on the other side was this.

At my cousin’s house, she showed me a box of cranes, 100 cranes, that my sister-in-law had made and sent to her to help her with her journey of healing and coming to peace and wholeness.