Photo Source: Pixabay The earth felt the same as it did twenty years ago. A thick carpet of pine needles. The scent of sap. Sunlight streaming through branches thick with green. But before, twenty years ago, there wasn’t an eerie silence. There was an energy and life to this place. Footsteps sounded cheerful, not foreboding. And the wind whispered softly through the trees. The last time I was here two little boys stood at this intersection and argued. The boys were taking the...