From my kitchen window I can watch the deer, rabbit, woodchucks and beavers taste the salt lick tucked into the opening of the forest. I watch the squirrels scurry about hiding walnuts and leaping from tree top to tree top like skilled acrobats. It is there that I sit with my tea cup warming my frozen hands and daydream.

As my children move forward with their lives the empty rooms leave me with more time to think about the What If's and Maybe's I had pushed behind for so many years. Now it's time to take action once again. They have their own lives, it's time for me to reclaim mine.