From December 14, 2014
Standing at a crossroads, it’s hard to know which way to go. Both roads are beautiful and clear for as far as the eye can see. One weaves over the hills, vanishing and reappearing in the distance, golden rods of grass swaying in the breeze. The other takes to the woods, darting between the trees and disappearing into the leaves. Which to take? What adventure lies beyond the eye’s sight?
Is there a wrong decision?