final installment. If you want to read (or re-read) the first or second post, here they are.
In Transit / En Route, Part Three
|Dead pine tree in the woods|
Time is something I think about a lot these days. It’s something I don’t have enough of, not only because I’m busy, but also because I’m growing older.
|Hour posts in the clearing on the In Transit / En Route trail|
|Winter frost coats the sign in the clearing.|
There’s a bench at the edge of the clearing where you can sit and enjoy the peace of the woods. My neighbour Greg Hirtle carved the words on the seat: In Transit / En Route. The bench itself is, deliberately, not very comfortable. It is simple, a straight-sided pine box. Sitting on the bench, you can look at the tree, look at your watch, exclaim in wonder, is it that late already? I’d better get moving.
It doesn’t matter which choice they make, whether they return or keep on going. I think the journey is what counts. That, and thinking about it along the way.