Back to NYC

It was the last day of cousins and farms.  We started the day with breakfast on the outdoor porch and then went for a short but intense hike on Canaan Mountain, property that the family owns.  Without a clear path down, we skidded through the brush, ferns, mossy rocks, and dried leaves on a steep descent down.  We said our final goodbyes, acquiring a dozen green eggs from one of our stops, and got on the train back to NYC.  

And now we are home, facing life as usual, looking into a week of work as gracefully as we can bring the past few days to inform it.