Stumbling on Ghosts

When you know something isn’t right.

Near Munich. Photo Credit: Author

This morning, I found the perfect walking path.

Or so I thought.

When I’m living in a new place, I always seek the greenest places for a long morning walk.

At 6:30, I quietly closed the door to my housesit, though I doubt the deaf-blind cat I’m housesitting noticed my absence.