Went on a hike in the gorge today…a very small one after a long drive. I’ve walked a lot this week, and needed to cover a distance my feet wouldn’t take me alone. It’s been a troubling week. The truth is, it’s been a long summer. Seems I am waiting for summer to end like it’s some bad flu. This too will pass. Only I want the passing of time to mean something…or even more, have something tangible to show for it. Maybe that’s not even possible. I guess I want to look back, and feel glad about where I am now. I’m not there yet.