Beautiful trails wind through the woods and along the hills. There’s little sun today and crisp cool winds, but I warm pretty quickly as I wander along from trail to interlocking trail. At the top of a hill, a small campfire pit surrounded by benches and tables overlooks the valley where I stop for a quick lunch of boiled eggs and an apple.
A fallen tree across a path of soft mud and fallen leaves forms a bench for writing, a sip of water, and a whispered concert of birds and rustling squirrels and gentle breezes.














