Dear Backyard Trail, From the moment I could stumble across the soft, sweet grass, I was strongly connected to your soil. My parents tell me that when they brought newborn-me home from the hospital, I couldn’t stop looking out the window at the snowfall and your snow-covered trees. Perhaps you were always calling to me, even back then.
A Love Letter to the Backyard Trail
A Love Letter to the Backyard Trail
A Love Letter to the Backyard Trail
Dear Backyard Trail, From the moment I could stumble across the soft, sweet grass, I was strongly connected to your soil. My parents tell me that when they brought newborn-me home from the hospital, I couldn’t stop looking out the window at the snowfall and your snow-covered trees. Perhaps you were always calling to me, even back then.