Time traveling in Lincoln / by Michael Thurber

Every time I walk to work I take the alleyway behind this house. I've been fascinated by this small stretch of road for years. It's a sanctuary for me. Quiet, sheltered on both sides by trees and rotten fences, I feel transported to a different, older, more peaceful time. In some ways it reminds me of the backwoods in Arkansas where I spent years as a child exploring. 

But today the wind blew cold out of the North and a steady rain turned to sleet for a while as I walked. Ominous, depressing.

I had a lousy day at work.