It’s hard to believe that it’s already mid February, and this spring’s thru-hikers and pilgrims are preparing for their hikes and pilgrimages. The toenail I lost on the Arizona Trail last fall is almost all grown back. And there is still a spot on my right big toe that is numb.

When I read about people who have done it, follow their reports, and look at the map, I feel the sting of emotion welling in my chest and in my throat. That’s the pull, and that’s the best reason I know of right now.

I have berated myself for being scattered and silly and boring in those times. Even irresponsible, and that is just plain unhelpful selftalk.

This is a beautiful place to be anchored, to be sure. But I wonder every time I see them, why are they not out to sea, taking in all that sailboats have to offer?

Those beautiful white keys, shiny, soft, and smooth, were precious gems under my little fingers.