The Old Route

Yesterday I left the house early, and as the sun rose I was walking an old route I hadn't been on in years. Some of the houses had additions, but other than that the scenery was just as I remembered it. The yards were just as deep and forgiving, the trees as lofty.

And the route itself: There was the same rise to the straightaway, the expansive section in the middle, the one that was such welcome shade in the summer, it made me happy in the winter, too.

I didn't walk long, but I felt as if I had been on a brief vacation. Such is the power of landscape to reset the mood.