This used to be a thick woods. Everything changes. One year you're pushing a stroller through the deep woods while your mother crochets blankies for the elderly (yes, while strolling). Another year you're on a happy bike ride with the same kid, but now he's 20, your mother has passed on and beetles have eaten the trees. One minute you're on vacation and the next minute it's time to pack up and leave the island. These thoughts may sound more melancholy in writing than they actually felt while we breezed through the former woods on our bicycles under a very blue sky.
