In which we marvel at the connection created by a story.
Wednesday night, I sat with a friend for dinner. Sitting outside, a pink-sunsetted, warm, summer evening gently accented by shifting light breeze. A few folks around at other tables, a quiet night. We ordered food (mine was the “turkey, black bean, and cilantro burger on focacia with a side of maple syrup drizzled roasted sweet potato wedges).