Sometimes you just have to start fresh - pack up what’s good and wipe out the rest Sometimes you have to get on a boat or a train or a plain and just Go; leave one life for the next. Sometimes you might not even know where exactly you are going. You trust that the dove will tell you when you get there. And you might not know how much you’ll miss what you had to leave behind until you’re drowning in wine and memories, but even then, new life must grow. New beginnings must start. Sometimes you find you’ve landed on a new mountain somewhere and you unpack what is good - what you took in your little boat and in your heart - and you begin to plant anew. EKG’18