Walk Once Taken

Behind our street is an alternative universe of five-acre lots. There are barns and horses and houses with names. When the girls were young I would walk them to school through that neighborhood. 

We just had to slip through the backyard across the street to access one of the trails, stay close to the fence line for a few hundred feet and then reach the road, which was only paved a few years ago.

But the neighbors whose backyard offered access have moved away. And the house closest to us in that neighborhood has just been torn down. Construction trucks come and go, and you can see through the sparse winter tree coverage how large the new house will be. 

It will be difficult for me to walk that way again, though I doubt I will stop trying.