#4. The Adirondacks
I felt a minor key descending. I missed her like going through a breakup. There’s always that double edged sword, guardian angel or not. Shadows swaying ephemeral like smoke; puppets pulled and jerked by chronic loneliness and fear of open hearted love that might unleash the fearful flood. These currents run deep and you need a cosmic dowsing stick to find them before they take you over the edge. Summer was fading fast and the last days had been splendid. Walking on a path by a blue lake that went to the horizon, through scrubby forests with sinew roots that gnarled and curled and squirmed under foot and you could hear a woodpecker. On a cobblestone cemetery path, deep shadows and oak trees, sidewalks and late summer sunflowers and milkweed for Monarch butterflies in front yards and in the sidewalk cracks. Near the end we found a boutique pizza place on a shaded street. You could see the fire wood burning in the pizza oven and a young man with a large wooden spatula watching. Once w