Walking for the millionth time around Radnor Lake I am struck again by the simple joy of hearing thick rain on brown leaves. It is a pleasing sound. There is rhythm to it, and it feels complete. It feels brave to take this walk on a cold and damp morning and reminds me that I need to keep walking this circle, no matter what. I need to keep circling back around and hear the sweet rain and imagine all the seeds under this cold ground preparing for spring. This year the lesson is about how life comes full circle, and our job is to remember the joy of the walk itself.