Certain places speak more than others. Some have older souls than others. Sometimes it feels like you’re discovering somewhere that no one’s ever been before, and sometimes though it is more than obvious that several hundred thousand people or more have traversed these very grounds before you, you still feel new in your own two feet (even if you’re not on the ground upon which you tread). All of these places have stories to tell — some stories were written by the people who found them, some stories were written by the history of the land itself, and some came to be as time kept and keeps moving forward.
A week and a half ago I went up to New England — my old stomping ground from college — revisited some places, visited some new places, did a lot of thinking.