The smells of the autumn woods evoke hundreds of ancient memories. It was the only sound of cross-country running. The local high school team was practicing in the park while Kiki and I sedately made our way around a short loop through the woods. The hills and woods all around the school were laced with running trails, and the cross-country team rarely lost a dual meet. Those kids I watch bounding past me in the park probably think I’m losing it upstairs, as well.