Drive to the woods

Beyond the backyard borders, a few hours past the naked highways, the forest thickens and roads begins to wind and unwind and wind again. The leaves are changing… splashes of sunburst yellow, burning oranges, the most vibrant of reds- the ones only nature is capable of bringing to fruition. The scent of trees and air and mountains and earth and rocks and water and glorious weeds envelop and swallow me whole.

After a while, the anticipation is tingling through me … I have to pull the car over… to climb through the wild flowers… run through the magic of it all. And it is the beginning and it is the end.

for this is an enchanted place