I went for a walk to today, hoping for some fall colors. It was a journey of a different kind.

First, I walked past the house were we used to live. It has been 23 years since we lived in the house
and it has been abandoned for at least 13 of those years. There's little left of it except memories of
our young daughters playing in the yard. I walked farther, into the woods across the road. I used to spend
a lot of time walking in these woods, both before and after having children. Logging has gone on, ragged
branches and tree stumps are everywhere. The paths I used to walk are gone.

As in the old days, I eventually ended up in the peaceful little cemetary outside of town. The names
on the markers are a lot more familiar than when we first moved here 31 years ago. It remains
a place of peace.