There are memories on this trail. I ran on it years ago. And walked it. And loved it. It’s peaceful still, even on a gray and cold Austin morning. There’s a drizzle of rain. But runners are about and my sore legs and tired mind (thank you very much four glasses of wine) push through a few miles and prepare me for the day ahead.
I love the Austin skyline and all that it made me, but I long for Door County shores. I belonged here, once, and I visit with joy. But I am not of this city. My coworker points out the energy when we arrive at the airport, the live music playing, the hundreds of people . . . and it makes me want to curl up at home. What served me once, doesn’t serve me now.
With Love,
Natalie