day 85 After breakfast, he pulled snow off the roof. We stood at the window and watched snow fall from the rake like flour from a sifter. He moved from window to window and worked his way around the house’s perimeter. Each time, he pointed up and excitedly yelled snow. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.