Drip, drip.

Things are percolating here, betwixt the cavernous confines of my mind.

Something about being with my family feels like having a mirror held up before you, close enough to see all your wrinkles, your myriad flaws and errant hairs.

It’s heartbreaking. It’s inspiring.

I always leave feeling like I’ve been scrubbed clean, like I’ve got work to do.