I had one errand to run before I left with Mom, something I'd been meaning to do since last night. A quick walk down the block helped clear my head a little, the still beautiful weather of late September making Wilding Springs feel surreal. None of the leaves had turned yet on the massive maples lining the street, the soft call of songbirds mixing with the sigh of the breeze as summer clung to the town as though unwilling to let go. My sneakers skipped stray ...