I am out early again today in a light rain. A huge barred owl swoops low across the path so near that I can see his speckled brown and white undercoat. The trail is cleared and muddy. I walk on the edges on dead leaves. Three deer leap down the hill as I cross the ridge trail. The wetlands are brim full, a cloudy moss green. Dozens of Cardinals and Wrens twitter and call and scatter around me.
At the crest of the Highlands trail, just since two days ago when I passed here, someone has planted a White Oak, "In Memory of Medea Beauvais" with a bench beside it.
The inscription on a stone says:
"Shine Your Light".
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