It was good to get back to my roots last week. Not just family. (And that was extra special.) I’m talking about my roots – the ones that sprawl out all across the leaf-covered trails. A 3/4-mile loop of woods in Massachusetts where I trained for high-school cross-country.
I hadn’t been back in there for years. Now I can see how it became the perfect anti-dote for trigonometry, biology, and world history. The earthy smell. The overgrown ferns. The moss-covered rocks. The crinkling of leaves. The mushrooms that look like something out of a fairy tale. The towering pines.
The terrain was hilly, winding, rocky, rooty, and just plain challenging. It will always be one of my most memorable escapes.