Its was a month yesterday since I spoke with my mother for the last time.
I had a down day yesterday so I went for a drive. We're having an unseasonably warm autumn her in Vermont, so it was in the 70's. I went up to the Long Trail for the first time in a year. The woods were still there and still worked their alchemy. Their silence and aliveness meld with the pain in my heart. Softening it into a much more bearable melancholy. I found myself planning for next summer.