I was lost, that’s how I found it. It was dark and I missed the turn on the back roads I’d been driving. I had been out chasing the setting light in unfamiliar areas. Mt. Union tops a hill that is on the line of urbanization. In front of me a view that might not have changed much from when these people still walked the land, behind me lay the farmland eating subdivision. Dawn and death, town and country, new and old, balance ever changing.