
Hay Creek: the past few weeks I'd be swung low by health troubles, and then the news that a former student passed away. After the funeral, a true celebration of his life, Ryan and I returned to Hay Creek, the first time since summer, and took a walk on the paths. Alone in the sparkling winter air, I looked up, listened to the branches, heard the creak and stir, knew his spirit was with us, was everywhere.