Nanoose Bay, British Columbia, Canada
A new road winds through evergreens and bare alders where my son used to run when he came home from college. As I walk up the steep slope, snow-capped mountains appear beyond my first glimpse of the ocean. I climb higher, round a hairpin curve, and finally reach a small clearing. I can see a tug boat pulling a log boom, notice where the sun will set in summer, where the moon will rise above the strait tonight. I move toward the moss-covered summit, wondering if I'll find the small white cross I made from twigs and dry grass.
catches the wind