At edge of town there's a wooded space that played the backdrop of so many memories. People cherished it's immense oaks, six playgrounds, and rocky stream.
Birthdays, strolls, meditation, contemplation, climbing, swinging, spinning, biking, gliding, eating. Towards the third quarter of the loop on the right side of the road there's a fence to a maintenance area. Beyond that, the piles of gravel, past the grassy field and across the stream lies a railroad bridge.
Sitting in the middle of the X supports, I would read for hours. When the train came over I would cover my ears and secure my legs around the side, bracing for wind. Ever you find yourself in the heartland, make a stop and appreciate a moment. read more