I caught myself staring at the makeshift clothesline that the team has set up, thinking about my sister, Trish. Again. There was a t-shirt with a monkey face on it hanging on the line, and I was reminded of our adventure camping a few summers ago when she hung up her Paul Frank t-shirt (that I had gotten for her birthday) and forgot about it. An hour into the drive home, we had to turn around and go back for it, despite my objections that I'd buy her another.
I found some footsteps heading down a path. I’m going to follow them before the landscape pulls the ole’ switcheroo on me. Again.