Everything Changes

Everything Changes It is still winter and roadside snow banks lead me. I drive the pre-highway backroads of another time, when ‘no dumping” warnings lined the thick woods. Now stand subdivisions modern sewers and gas lines. Some old bungalows by the lake remain, reminders of summers when I was small and the forest was eternal. As the final hat is tipped the velvet curtain called, all who remember gone, who will keep the memories? Kathryn McL. Collins February 25, 2014