A road not taken

Here's a reminder of the simple life we nearly had. A dinner of steak and vegetables, cooked over an open fire, behind a rented cottage in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, in August of 2006. It was our little vacation together -- Luciana and me, and the two dogs Sally and Bruce. A simple restful time full of conversation and many many ideas: about attachment theory and The Sopranos, about private practice and school psychology, about books we could write and trips we could take.
The road not taken. Not regretted -- but remembered and not taken.