the great sense of passing through

So the garden I have is part of a community garden initiative. The full plot is 20' by 30' in size. I use half of a plot and my friend, Jill, uses the other half. On the 11th I got a call from Jill. She is considering moving from town (and the state of NY), can't afford to live here, and has no time to take care of her garden. So I guess it is my inheritance now. Her side needs a little work but I am happy for all the extra space.

This is an early map of the garden I made before I started to break ground. You can see Jill's section above.

Jill told me that she feels like she can't make it in this town. Like she has to move on to somewhere else. Like she's been dealt bad cards. I hope that she finds what she is looking for. That she gets a hand-hold on her life. That she starts to feel empowered -- like the author of her own life and not a character in a script written by the fates.

I will definitely miss her and my heart goes out to her.

After she called me a song came to my mind, and now I think of it whenever I think of her. The song is called "Northern Skies" and it is the last track on Paolo Nuniti's first album, "These Streets". I have included it below -- a dedication to Jill.