This is not about three paths — or two, for that matter — diverging in the woods, taking one and never knowing if it makes the difference. This is not about life choices, in other words. 

This is about three paths walked in the last three days: a Reston trail on Monday, the W&OD on Tuesday and Franklin Farm today. One shady and still, the next cloudy and cold, today’s breezy and bright. 

I think about how often I’ve strode up and down my neighborhood’s main drag, how boring it can be, how I thrive on variety, and how grateful I am that this week, at least, I’ve had it.