There was a system of trails that wound through Levy. Rock found its epicenter near his front bedroom bed but couldn't decide whether to stick with those most familiar to him or to roam along some that might have some historic provenance.
It was a very difficult decision, and he wondered what his older walking friends would think. He imagined a scenario in which Bob McKinney walked the trails with him and loved them all. At the same time, it occurred to him that he was supposed to meet someone for a round of golf.
No comments:
Post a Comment