One of my favorite quotes is Tolkien’s “Not all who wander are lost.” I suppose I am a wanderer. I wander throughout my environs, watching the Seasons work their magic on the landscape. I wander in my own nocturnal dreamscapes, so distinctly detailed they challenge their status. And I wander through the written word, enjoying the sinuous twists and turns of narration. I am not lost. I find myself daily in birdsong, leaf bud, apple blossom, and pealing Sycamore. Wander with me.