It felt like months had passed since our paths had crossed, but finally the stars aligned as they say, and my friend Marita and I found time for a hike this afternoon. Our chosen destination: Mount Tom in Fryeburg, Maine.
Within the foundation at the start of the trail the snow outlined the stones. In other seasons, these structures blend in with the landscape but on this day they were highlighted and we could almost imagine the stories of yore.
Lines intersected and wood interrupted, much as we’ve raised our children both together and independently.
Higher up, again the snow showed off the details in a way that might normally blend in and remain invisible. It all seemed so symmetrical and then in the debris below–a much more random design reflecting the course our paths have taken.
At the edge of the ledges we noted edges. Rounded and straight, interwoven as our families have been with variation along the way.
As we followed the path made by others we caught up on each other’s lives and shared a few memories of the past for ours is a journey that began long before we actually knew each other since we are from the same hometown.
Occasionally, the trail offered shades other than snow white and gray granite; a glimpse into the future was featured by the evergreen leaves of Trailing Arbutus, aka Mayflower. What will our future hold? A continued friendship we know.
We know not what the future holds, but revel in the possibilities as indicated by fresh Pileated Woodpecker holes.
And when scat happens, we’ll be there–to examine it, decipher it, and help each other through it, or at least listen and offer comments of reassurance and consideration.
Two and a half miles later we reached the summit where the contrast of sky and landscape pleased our eyes and gave us our bearings.
And a view of Little Mountain to the far left and the long ridge of Pleasant Mountain pointed to the hometown we have shared for over thirty years, almost twice the time of the place where we grew up but still have some ties.
Our stay at the top wasn’t long for we wanted to descend before daylight gave way to night.
At last we returned to the foundation where our journey had begun and again admired the stones and their placement.
Lighting the way had been the glory of the January light, but really there was more: friendship, understanding, similarities, differences, and hearts that may sometimes turn sideways, but always love.
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