A year ago today, I arrived in Zurich at the gracious invitation of a friend.

49 degrees, light drizzle, green green green, everything pristine. Stepped out in capris and sandals. Elated to be cold.

My life hasn’t been the same.

Even much of the writing in this blog finds its bent, its optimism from that week in Switzerland.

I still don’t know what to make of it.

This year--last night--I took flight again though I never left the apartment. As though again invited by others. And found communion, knowledge and beauty in infamiliar places.