Yesterday, I returned to the Wehr Nature Center where I had volunteered as a trail guide for their school programs before I got a job as a historic interpreter. It was good to see the place again, the furry and scaly and feathered and leafy friends as well as the humans. I was helping sell snacks for their Homemade Holiday event. Families bustled about creating holiday decorations and cookies throughout the building, while a moist, gray blanket of fog settled warmly outside. When the activities were over, I grabbed my camera and headed out for a walk around the lake. Dusk crept up, and Canada geese honked loudly from surface to sky, jockeying for shelter for the night. It was as if I was looking at an old friend wearing an expression I’d not seen before. Some things had changed: new fences were in place. The duck blind at the edge of the lake had been repaired. I felt like we’d both been out of touch for a while. I sat down on a bench to renew our acquaintance.