Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code,
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb
in my heart how I cursed that load!
After a wonderful breakfast from Esme’s mom, we’ve hit the trail this morning in brisk mid-40s fall air.
The last few days we’ve watched the geese fly overhead and the crisp scent of Fall has wrapped the hollow like a damp blanket.