Return to the woods

There is something magical about walking alone in the woods. It feels like anything is possible.

The chilly autumnal sunlight reflects off of damp trees and leaves creating an other worldly mist that could house the most fantastic adventures.

I follow the deer paths. Watch for the unusual leaves, the huge crimson ones and serrated gold ones. Around every bend is a new possibility.

The silence here is so intense I can hear an invisible deer thumping across wet moss somewhere beyond the path. The sound of a red tailed hawk shooting out of a tree to catch some distant field mouse sounds like a cannon to my ears.

Suddenly I hear trampling feet running nearby. I can tell they carry something very large and heavy and it terrifies me until I hear mooing and notice a bull on the other side of an electric fence.

The walking is easy, but not for me. Each walnut and hedge apple challenge feet still recovering from modern medicine, but my heart is full and I am so glad I came to these woods today.