Little Twists

Having recently moved, Alec and I don't yet understand the people or the landscape of our new territory. So, as I drive, I pick out little twists in the road, things in the distance, imagining what they might someday mean to me. I compare them to things back home, the roadside stream which Daddy would drive out to when deciding if the ground was too wet to ride. If the stream ran, he would cancel foxhunting. Stagnant or dried-up, we would go. Admiring this simple tradition, I want to discover my secret earthly connections, to solidify this as my home.