Red Virginia Creeper has inundated the little labyrinth turning the passages into a crunchy spiral. The flaming creeper bolts up the big oak and makes the tree look like a silent movie screen star wearing a crimson feather boa. The entrance stone which says LISTEN is hidden by the scarlet leaves. I walk out at dawn to take my daily trip around the spiral. I remember Jerry Wright's statement that the first part of life is a ladder and the second part is a labyrinth. I'm definitely in labyrinth time now.
