Wandering

Memories of quiet walks in the woods

When I’m in the right frame of mind, any dirt road I’m on becomes the first dirt road I ever walked—a quiet, residential byway that snaked along Stockbridge Bowl in the Berkshire mountains of western Massachusetts. Wherever I happen to be, if it’s quiet enough to hear pebbles crunch under my feet and a breeze blow through the weeds, my mind takes me bac…