Did Einstein ever measure time against flowing water?Â
The wooded forest near our house was our favorite playground. We were warned to avoid strangers, although I don’t recall ever seeing anyone in the extensive woods other than playmates.Â
The best time of year was spring, when the small creek at the bottom of the ravine drained the hillside, quenching the thirst of violets and other wild flowers. Busy exploring, we children were unaware of time, of responsibility.Â
Two boys, constant mates, wade the stream, letting their natural curiosity lead them. They are the only two people in their world. The distance lengthens until the voices of their mothers beckoning them home drifts through the leaves.Â
It is easy to leave home, when one knows the path to return.Â