Spring is a chance to start anew. A rebirth. It felt good to go out and feel the sun on my face again. We decided to go somewhere we haven’t walked before.

I felt as though I were staring into a bubble that remained trapped in the past. Here it stood, old and proud, surrounded by people who moved on, who lived in the now. Back home, we had places like these. Missions, for instance. But those were often big buildings on a large piece of land, and some even remained in use. This one was small and almost looked abandoned if it weren’t for the signs sharing it’s history and the security keeping it safe. It sat right next to a park where children played, and within a neighborhood of modern homes. I goggled at it for a while before continuing on our walk.

When we headed down the trail, we also saw another refuge. This one was made of straw, perched against the base of a tree. I wasn’t sure if it was still in use, so I left it be.

Further yet we saw some deer. About 5 of them grazed across the river, but a mere 5 ft. ahead of us was 2 deer. We stared at each other for a while, curiously, before they bounded off to wherever they called home.

The sun, the life, and the cabin made me feel a little homesick for California. "Homesickness" in general is an odd feeling for me, because I've lived and called so many places home. Minnesota is my home, but so is California, and so is Earth. All the places tend to blend together in my memory and in my dreams.