A Walk in the Woods
There’s nothing like a walk in the woods to clear you head.
I took a long walk today, a spectacular day, and left all the worries, aggravations, responsibilities, and obligations in the parking lot. Armed with just my camera and a sweatshirt, I headed down the first path I came to.
I was several feet off the road when I spied these orange berries. While I was trying to take pictures of them, the park ranger stopped to ask if I were okay. I suppose he was lonely and just wanted to talk. So we chatted a while about the hundred or so species of plants found in the park.
Everything seems to interest me in the woods–even thorny vines.
Of course, I find the tiny seas of moss extraordinary–I had to take off my sandals to feel it with my bare feet.
I am not much bothered to find that I am not alone on the path.
But decide to escape to another path as I hear them approach.
Looking upward when I hear some geese, I notice the beautiful textures.
Here, I am already missing the musky, heady scent of the wooded paths, but I could lean against this tree for the rest of the afternoon not wanting to go back to what awaits me in the parking lot.
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