What's With the Sticks

Poking around in the riverbanks all day, and holding up two sticks in front of myself concern and leave looking back-and-forth between the two, occurred to me that the further I get with feeling right about my aunt the more and more it feels like stuff I did when I was a kid. Alone in the woods or the beach, collecting things, making trail markers or objects; I would do that for hours, even in the snow. 


This can be embarrassing- walking back with this many sticks, and not knowing enough Hungarian or Slovak to explain myself.