On being taught as a kid that astrology and tarot were at best, fantastical pastimes, and at worst, dangerous and blasphemous.

The final stretch was sand, so we walked it. From the parking lot, we’d taken dirt trails to a paved, well-established road called Monument; that road had split apart and turned back to dirt, the dirt to gravel, and now, the gravel to sand.

Who could have guessed how life would be turned upside down in the year 2020?