Life

Nils, the butler, is always ready to serve.  Watching over gardens, trees and the preserve, a standfast servant.  I liked him instantly.

Mountain high.  Cool, crisp, pristine.  It always takes my breath away.  I wonder if it misses me as I miss it.  I love this little town.

The path to the reflection bench.  For years, I have raked it, keeping it unobstructed.  It is closing in now.  As a forest should be.  It doesn't need human interloping.

A once beautiful preserve.  Until the stupids destroyed it.  It said a lot about those people and what they hold dear. 

I chose not to sue these people who destroyed this pristine land.  The forest, in time, would reclaim all of this and create the life stolen that September day.  For eleven years, I enjoyed being the caretaker.  It is time to release all of this to the next generation.