Somehow we've entered the Fall of 2020 leaving no footprints in the sand. As if to being carried. Lifted above something much bigger than happily ever after. Led across an open field of experiences that words still can't explain. Yet there's emotion. Not always the type you'd like to put on display. The struggle to play it forward. So we have agreed to be carried. To trust in the keeper of the steps not always perfectly balanced. But we hold in our grip more than a robe of belief. It's the willingness to be present in an age where all things have changed.