This year I tried to explore a few new places that are not more than an hour’s drive away, at the cost of neglecting a few places that are really close, like the Beanblossom Bottoms Nature Preserve.
Either from the treacherous safety of the board walks, or right from the center of things,
the grasses are at work, through gentle dipping of their stalks, or mere reflection. This is like writing blog posts. Words and images not to be bound between covers and shelved, nor streamed into instant oblivion, but just left there for a little while to wither.
Then, finding the path back out of the forests becomes a possibility, because it is, after all, also only written on water.