Samara

I sip my coffee as we drive. Like yesterday, I look out the window watching the landscape change from the warmer southern climate to the cooler northern climate. The longer we drive, the fewer leaves are in the trees and in some areas, there are bits of snow that haven’t melted from the last snowfall.

The sight makes me unbearably sad, and I have to fight against the tears that threaten to fall. Memories come flooding back to me of happier times, of my family, my pack. When a tear ...