Tonight I was driving back from town and passed one of the many farmhouses on the winding road home. I noticed out in the pasture, way out, was a child's picnic table, under a tree. Just way out in the middle of the field, all by itself. Colored leaves on the trees shining through the sunset all around the pasture, the child's table looked like it had been there a while. The image stuck with me as I continued driving, as I remembered being a child in the woods of Maine and having my own secret spots. I got a bit teary as I drove on. What moves you? What pulls at your heart strings or makes you stop and ponder? What makes you tear up?