Last week, just days before a road trip and a hurricane, I took a walk along a way that I'd not visited in a couple of months. This route include a pass by a cemetery that predates the Civil War, and yes, I like to stop there and reflect. I discovered a new resident who had moved in some six weeks earlier, and a few steps away, this old fellow had survived the funeral and burial.
And so I left this city, this state, and flew to Chattanooga for work. The hurricane brushed the city, and unleashed her wrath on the coast.
I returned. Vermont was washing out to sea. I settled in, and yesterday evening as the light of day faded from the realm, I went for a quick walk. Yes, I had lottery tickets to buy.
Along the way, peeking from the freshened grass growing by a chain link fence, this fellow smiles.