I have often found something walking in the woods that I have not found elsewhere. I marvel at the presence of the trees, still standing. I glance up at the leaves high above, letting the light through. I look ahead, far ahead along the winding path, wondering what comes next. I glance at the leaves and life underfoot, an entire world. I speak to my friend, walking ahead of me. I breath in the air and breath out gratitude for the sheer abundance of it all.
Eyes wide open,