I’m back.

Maybe for a week, before I head off to Alaska to figure out the rest of my life.

That is shadowed about being sad about being back.

I miss:

• All the time I was spending with K
• Tractors and pickup trucks
• The apple blossoms and the peepers
• That feeling I get when my grandfather talks about:
• The woodlot
• Rebuilding the old ice house
• The lack of able men in the neighborhood
• The forest management plan
• Missing me
• Looking out the window from the rocking chair
• Morning coffee at the village store
• The warmth of a fire in the cookstove
• Family

Now what?