Paris has aged well. Kathy and I have changed significantly since we were here 37 years ago, but Paris has not changed–at least the places we are seeing have not. Viewing the timeless beauty, the graceful charm and the majestic grandeur reminds me that while I change with time, like Paris or fine wine or gourmet cheese, I want to age well.

Snowing in the City of Light

The airplane landed amidst a snow storm over two hours behind schedule. Everything is slow. Our TGV train is late as well. Kathy and I look at each other and smile–we are in no rush–after all, WE ARE RETIRED, and we are in Paris. I slip on my fingerless gloves–they feel warm and I can type while we wait. The flight from Houston was great and we slept well, so we are doing fine. In the past, I rushed on vacation and now no rush. Somehow, this feels better–something about enjoying the journey while you move toward the destination.

We begin the great unknown. The evening air is filled with anticipation as we hurriedly pactk our last few belongings before we head to the airport. What will the future hold, we do not know; however, we are drawn towards it with trust that God does know! With this in mind, the encore begins in the late autumn of our lives. We will go farther beyond, even in the great unknown. WEG