Gretna Green

On the maps of our places, the border we see is an imaginary indication, which has not any comparable representation in the world of our experiences; and, likewise, on the maps of our lives, though the counties labeled Childhood, Youth, Adulthood, Age are marked out and their borders shown, yet, when we walk through the hills and forests of our days, the transitions are indistinct and we arrive at these new places only gradually and without fully leaving the lands of the past: and so, there are a few stations, opportunistically placed at the border, like Gretna Green, to mark the passage and extent their tolls. You have crossed over; the past is gone; you can not go back.