It’s a simple photo beside the Lieve River in Gent.  Two boots … standing alone.  Unseen is a nearby wine bottle, empty.  Steps on the left, leading down to the water’s edge.  A tunnel on the far shore.  A boat.  And no one to be seen.

As with much of life, I don’t know.  There’s a story here.  Many possible beginnings and endings.  Joy?  Sorrow?  Neither?  Ordinary?  Extraordinary?  Heart-warming?  Heart-diminishing?

I’m getting better at being stopped by life.  Often pausing, even in mid-step or mid-thought … and wondering.

I don’t know

And I don’t care that I don’t know

The sky is so big