The Appalachian Trail, Part 2

“…Nothin’ is as it has been
And I miss your face like hell
And I guess it’s just as well
But I miss your face like hell

Rivers and roads
Rivers and roads
Rivers ’til I reach you” Rivers & Roads, The Head And The Heart

For me, there is something about walking in old woods, on earth-trodden paths that make me all sorts of reflective. I think about my childhood. I think about the first friends I ever had. I think about the keystone friendships I built, once I (thought) I knew what I was doing in the realm of relationships/people. I think about the faces I miss like hell. I think about where I’ve been and where I might be going. I think about the experiences, stresses, triumphs that have shaped who I am. And I think this is all just a part of life.

I wonder if most people reflect on these things, or if there are some of us who do so more than others.

And just as I knew February would, she came storming in with a blanket of snow and bitter temperatures to remind me spring is not yet near.

Time to hunker down a little longer, make some Valentines Day cookies, and settle in to some distracting tv.

Happy Friday,

K

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