The Cabin in the Woodnt

"After all these years, I am standing again in this yard, the smell of snowy mud and elder pines permeating my nose. My childhood cabin, so different and yet so identical, brings back memories. But not necessarily good ones. I didnt want to come back here, however the two trees arching just before the cabins porch are making me feel like home. I cannot recall them being there when I was a child, but they might have been mere sprouts back then. Maybe I should quit stalling the inevitable and go i...