After weeks of too cold too snowy too icy, a sunny, blue-sky 45-degree moment arrived yesterday. I wasted no time and went to the woods.
So did the 4,335 thoughts I’ve been carrying around with me since December.
The lot of us followed a well-trod path through the forest on a slow, not-so-quiet, walk around the pond.
“Will you just shut up,” I kept admonishing them, out loud, like a crazy woman muttering under her breath. (No wonder I’ve been feeling like The Shining’s Jack Torrance lately.)
By the end of the walk I almost recognized my self. I almost felt again like that beautiful zen creature who effortlessly finds quiet in the woods. Almost, but not quite.
Photo ©2014, Jen Payne