Nothing to see here, right? Just a little branch, not far from the river, proximate to a state line, under the oaks and locusts and sycamores and pines.
Accurate, as far as it goes.
But I have put in a lot of hours trekking along this stretch of real estate and have grown to love it.
The scents of honeysuckle in spring are richness beyond words.
Going to miss you. Till we meet again.