I'm a time traveler.
This summer I spent too many moments in the future, wondering what this fall, this winter, next year, the next five years will hold. Not that I can make any impact there---I wander through those tomorrows like a ghost, unable to grasp anything.
Today summer's haze lifted, and as I walked through the dry, cool evening I came back to the present, to the moment. I listened to the cows in the pasture across the road and the crickets chirping in the tall grass on the shoulder. I saw the mountains in high definition, covered in the green tweed of countless trees. The wind picked up and the rustle of leaves made me long for autumn even as I know she's approaching.
Sometimes the road leads you home.
