This weekend marked an end and a beginning, embodied in one last, long trip across familiar ground toward something new.
There were signs along the way, including the always incongruous guidepost of a light across the corn (nowhere near the water).
From above, the vast scale of Iowa’s farmland — across which a guiding light might indeed be helpful — became visible in its winter uniform of browns and grays and faded greens, not yet covered in the snow to come.
There was a lot of water on the way, though, and the amazing sight of Chicago in the winter haze on Lake Michigan…
…and a bend in the river between Illinois and Indiana under a dramatic sky.
And finally I arrived at a new home, the site of my new adventure, with a holiday-bright holly tree growing in the wooded yard.
This is only the beginning of the real journey, of course — there are moving boxes and a million details in my future, and the frightening fun of starting a new job in a new place with amazing new people — but I already feel like I’m ready for this to be home.