"Every Year's A Souvenir That Slowly Fades Away"

I'd never before walked through a covered bridge. On Chol HaMoed I stole about an hour together with a Hillel director and a rabbinic intern. We walked around West Cornwall and took in sites including the view from the bridge.

Over Pesach I wrote about Dona Dona reentering my consciousness. This was the bonfire that the song was sung at. This is also where I burnt the camp's chametz two weeks ago (!) today. Sometimes the chametz gets charred but not burnt through. This chametz really got burnt.

In front of one of the shops there's some art made from common objects. It's hard now to recall all the parts. The eyes are martini glasses and I think the stomach is a bicycle wheel with additions I can't identify.

Always nice to walk in nature. It was also nice to fall behind and be apart from workplace talk. As I walked this road I told a man that he was blessed to live here and not in the city. He told me he knew.