Between the morning light and afternoon shadow.
Between the coming and the going.
Between the days….the weeks…the months…the seasons.
I remember when I came across my first newborn calf.
I remember the awe.
I remember the wonder.
And there she lay.
Held by the earth.
So sweet. So innocent. So trusting.
How lucky I am.
To live in this place. To witness new life.
To be reminded that somewhere between those seasons and years.
We carry on.