This is the hour of grace, this sliver of time between two times:
the time that has been, and the time that will be.
This is the moment of lightness, this moment between
the sadness of departing, and the joy of arrival.

I am on the cusp, at the very edge,
lingering at the point of turning.
The line between the work I leave behind
and the work I am about to do is a fragile one.

Treasure this moment, this sliver of time.
Love well.
Hope constantly.
Be at peace.

Photo by Helen Van Wyck, used with permission.