I haven’t written in a while. I could tell you that I’ve been kind of busy but the truth is, I kind of lost my way.
Then, The Trip. Out east, via the Catskills, to my beloved home state of Massachusetts. Three blissful days down New Bedford way, then up into northern New Hampshire. Across Lake Champlain to the heart of the Adirondacks then back to Michigan again, by way of Erie, PA.
A long trip. A good trip. I took some photographs, left some cares behind. Returned with a different mindset. Going home does that to a person. I live in Michigan now, but my heart is etched in granite on some rocky northeastern shore.