Into the Woods I Go
- July 18, 2021
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It’s been two years since I stepped inside a forest. More unusually, today I was alone. Walking onto the path of dirt and mud, leafy cover overhead, I had expected some coolness. But the humidity was still high and added a little to my anxiety as I stepped deeper into the woods.
It takes time to settle into the quiet, especially for a city person. I chose the area for the reason that it was safe for me to walk alone, especially at 8:30 a.m. on a weekend. There were people around, fleeting moments of saying hello or good morning before they went their way. But on the two trails I chose, there was just me and the woods and water. Along with butterflies, dining needles (anyone else call dragonflies that?) and assorted annoying bugs wanting breakfast.
I’m still out of shape. The past year took its toll and I chose easy trails with the expectation of not completing the loops. Instead, I walked back the way I came after an undefined inner clock told me to stop.
Didn’t matter. I was back.