This week has gone by far too fast, having worked an extra night for a total of five in a row. Wednesday now feels like Monday and I seem to be moving in slow motion trying to get things done before I start back tomorrow night.
Yesterday was spent exploring trails deep into the wooded areas and meadows not far from my home. I really have no idea how long we walked but we found places we had never seen. The woods were filled with violets growing wild along the ground like a carpet of purples andlavenders , and the sun came through the trees shining on the tall meadow grasses. We came across a path lined with trees that stood together like watchful guardians. They seemed to speak to one another and I wonder what mystical creatures live there hidden within their shelter. It is truly a place to drift away with wistful abandon, a perfect place for all, especially a dog and a boy.
When I was younger I never really enjoyed such things, walking through wooded places filled not only with the things lending it a mystical feel, but also those day to day things like mud and bugs. Now I feel drawn to all of it though I must admit, a pair of hiking shoes would be a wise investment.
Today the sun is shining once again but the home front calls for some attention and I must listen to that call. Still as I stand on my deck surrounded by the trees and the creatures who watch from behind the thick leaves, I can hear their whispers and I start to realize after so many years, who it is I am.