The night air was crisp. We left our responsibilities, our beloveds, in the hands of careful caregivers, and headed out to one of our old haunts to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

Mark’s Kitchen in Takoma Park looks nearly the same as it did when I used to go there nearly 10 years back.  On late Sunday mornings, we’d pack up books and bike over from West Hyattsville on the Northwest Branch trail. The dirty, grimy cityscape disappeared behind the canopy of the woods.

I loved how the dirty and grime, and now, all the years late, wonder at how it is somehow healed with the presence of God’s good gifts of green trees, wind, and a winding path toward coffee and study.