
Returning home is lovely too:






We had our little dog Murphy for more than 12 years. He was a rescue dog, so we were never really sure how old he was. But he was without a doubt a member of our family. He had been sick for awhile and over the weekend he passed. The house isn't the same without him. Missing him now, so much.




Daylight is brief at the top of the world this time of year, but my flight home from Paris took me over the Polar Ice Cap and I managed to catch a view of moonrise and sunlight glinting off the pressure ridges in the ice. From 35,000 feet, they look like mountain ranges.