We both hated to leave the lake area, but we have to believe there will be more like it in our future.
The path ahead cuts through old growth forest. Tall firs on every side. And filled with silence. It gives us ample time to think. Not so much about what lies ahead, but rather about that which lies behind. At least that is all I am thinking about. Despite how often Lyle quizzes me about what I see in our future.
I see it. I just don’t want to talk about it, not now anyway.
But I know that won’t be the end of it. One thing would lead to another and another. And now is not the time.