The light has changed since I left. And the air is heavenly: at night with our windows open, and walking on the beach and the Coastal Trail.I think a little part of my mom–a part that used to drive me crazy–took up residence inside of me when she died. When Tom and I were driving to Fall Branch from Chattanooga, I noticed the leaves changing and how piercingly beautiful they were. It used to drive me mad when I'd be going somewhere with Mom and she'd exclaim over the leaves or the flowers or the scenery. She would see a beautiful tree and cry out and I would nearly drive off the road. Now here I was.
