I love. Love, love, love this picture.

And not just because it’s of Maman. Alright, so that has something to do with it. The dress, too.

But.

It’s also the feeling it evokes in me. The symbolism.

Walking up a hill. The light darker from behind, from where she’s leaving. The lightness that lies ahead, the path slowly curving. So we’re not quite sure where it’s leading.

We all find ourselves here at some point. And there’s only one thing to do.

Keep going.