Pathway to Yesterday

A walk through the woods recently along the greenway proved to be more than just a path through the forest. Like a tunnel to another time, it summoned memories, nearly six decades old, of childhood wanderings through the trees and thickets along the Platte River in Nebraska. It was a quail’s whistling call, “Poor Bob Whiiite!” that set the time travel in motion.

Both in Florida, and in Nebraska, deer, turkeys, quail, coyotes, and other creatures share the wild lands, appearing if and when they choose, and each contributing meaning to the others existence in their own way. And they beckon old and young to return, for every outing promises its own surprises, sometimes seen, sometimes heard, and sometimes remembered.