Sunday morning coming off the hill behind the school

The hike was good. At first I was alarmed to see the frost in the low lying meadow of the park. I feared for my pots still outside. They must be fine. I didn't notice any frost as I left the house. The climb up was pretty with the sun coming up low through the trees, now mostly leafless.

I was lost in thought about some family memories: MoM, MoM's mother and MoM's grandmother. As often happens, I didn't take the trail I had planned on following. I ended up on the one, marked by red blazes, called "Blood, Sweat & Tears". There is a place where you can cut off and go down to the school. I try to avoid this area during the school day. But this morning it was a perfect way to come down.

There is a memorial garden with a waterfall, lily pond and gazebo. Mozart's Requeum came up on the iTunes Radio.

I paused to reflect and write before the feeling and memory vaporized.

A Phillip Glass composition set a quick pace for me as I went around the back of the school to return to the park. When I heard Bernstein directing Barbour's Adagio for Strings, I chose not to take the direct route, but the one over the old stone bridge. This time I was facing the sun. It almost blinded me. It was quite the soundtrack for a walk home with MoM, MoM's mother and MoM's grandmother. Three women who all suffered from dementia as they aged.

Will I be the next? Will genetics win, or will walks like this help keep demensia at bay.