Return to Eden

I walk down a lonely road leading just over a hill, an open field revealing a bluish and purple sky at twilight. I've walked this road many a time before. It is the road of my childhood: a road I walked when I lived in the house at the start of this once dirt road now paved. Having returned here but for a night, I see that things have changed dramatically since leaving in my early adolescent years.





Walking the road, following its curves around passed the overgrown field where once ripe fruits and vegetables grew, I came upon an old farm house. It, too, was overgrown and taken over by cudzu. It was in shambles and the rusted tin roof had caved in. A tractor and a beat-up old pickup truck were also victims of the cudzu, standing half-viewable as t View the rest of this article