Returning after a long trip, I often find I have to re-orient myself to home. I walk out into the yard, and check each garden bed, each weed patch, each tree. I recalibrate my memories of where they were before – what the deer have eaten, what has grown since. On longer trips, it helps to walk around the neighborhood, too. I see what flowers have faded, what leaves have fallen. I go through the rituals of another day – eat, sleep – and re-enter the space and the season I had left behind.