Walking

[image error]"What are you thinking?" I asked Henry.

We were taking a last hike before he heads back to college tomorrow, climbing up the back side of North Pack on a perfect early autumn morning.  

"Oh, nothing much," was his reply.  "Sometimes it's nice to just walk in the woods and not think about anything at all."  

 My own mind, of course, was racing down the trail ahead of my feet, tumbling into the afternoon, considering what we would do for the rest of the day, what I should make for dinner, how we c...