I never seem to be able to hit the trail with both boots and just go, like some. I generally start slow on a hike, and yesterday was no different. I needed time to adjust from the transition of sitting and driving to walking.

“Life is like a poem,” he might say, and then I would free write around that idea. I also tried out different ways to put together a personal essay, always looking for the meaning in the crisis that was happening in our lives.