“Every time I go outside, the world is different. This has happened all my life.”
The thought of waking up then heading immediately to the woods is a horrid thought, especially deep into autumn. We awake to the lingering darkness, the frost covering the ground. It’d be much easier, indeed, to put on a pot of coffee, listen to the pop and cackle of the steam, wrap myself in a blanket and wait out the warmth of the day. Instead, I put on my warm clothes, take the dog on a walk into the silent woods. We have our favorite spots, and some mornings are nicer than others, but sometimes you get a view like this and it makes the cold, the creak of winter bones tolerable. More than tolerable, though, some mornings are perfect.