Travel Log: Day 5

I asked the Lord to show me something beautiful today, and he set my feet on a level road; not sinking like I remember. Old founts~dead or dedicated. I kept walking through the way I knew, and the one I had yet to know.  Of course this was it.  Our field pond, before the neighbors moved in. Fresh water rippling in old wind. Nothing had changed, and everything was different.  Mom was sentimental, and I laughed myself out of breath.  So hard, I laughed, I cried. I already miss her.

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