The Road Back Home

On hot summer days, my mom used to take my siblings and I on a hike to Cuttalossa Road from our house in Lumberville. We would pack up our lunch, a jug of water, books (my sketchbook!) and spend the day wading in the creek, turning rocks to look for salamanders and cooling off in the shade of the wooded canopy. 
Yesterday, I returned to "our spot" along Cuttalossa Road and painted the grassy meadow with the old sheep shed. The babbling creek beneath the bridge and the occasional breeze rustling the leaves were familiar and comforting sounds. I remember sitting on the bridge, dangling my legs over the edge, sketching while my mom sat nearby reading her book. She was with me yesterday, in spirit. Forever, in my heart.

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