Fresh air, freezing rain, muddy trails, the sound of ice pinging off my
raincoat hood, eyes on the ground to avoid slipping, a seemingly endless
canvas of brown reveals a multitude of colors, moss and lichen like
beacons of green, miniature feather with a spine of sunshine, unknown
berries red and blue, sycamore trunks in whorls of sage and grey with
hints of lavender, lengths of climbing vine cut and scattered along the
trail edge like giant hairy spider legs, delicate lace of a groundcherry
husk, deep breaths, wandering thoughts, renewed and refreshed.
Oh goodness, those words are poetry and those images behold such beauty. Thank you for bringing me along on your walk in the woods... that was really quite lovely!
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