We went further today, down the public road that is fine for hiking or snowmobiles or logging with a team and sleigh.
How lovely — I was simply following the dogs and watching them bounce and calling them back from the neighbor’s long drive into deep woods — when I looked up and was somewhere I did not recognize.
It was delicious. Have I been here before? Perhaps on another walk in another year, but this particular open space on my right with this amount of morning light at this angle, I definitely did not recognize.
I was both in a new place and close to home;
I was both alone in the woods and surrounded by excited walking companions.
Yesterday I hit a rough patch. I hit a culture clash that I’m still reeling from.
Alors. Onward. I know I can’t process the hard stuff without motion.
I absolutely cannot sit still to think.