
Most days lately, I'll walk for maybe a quarter of a mile through a strip of forest, until I get to whatever the right spot of the day is, where I'll just... sit. Sometimes I'll read, sometimes I'll pretend to read, but I always pay attention, always want to soak up whatever is present and wanting attention. Today, it was arches, and light, and the appearance of natural gateways. The trees have been allowed to grow, and die, pretty much inimpaired (the only counterexamples was where a large tree had fallen and been cut up to clear the path, but otherwise left to lie where it fell). There are a lot of trees growing at odd angles, dead trees propped up against their living neighbors; today, I noticed a great deal of curved growth. From my bench today, I saw two living, accidental arches over the path, beyond which was a patch of extra golden sun making the grass and bushes extra-green, extra-real. I'm starting to think I should maybe have a camera; not because I imagine I'm any great photographer, but because it feels like the only way to share what I see, since words seem to fail. But wow, was it pretty.