She walked with purpose now feeling fit and paying attention to the muscles in her legs . She
thought about how being physically fit was a comfort to her . It nurtured a sense of
independence . It lulled her into a place of confidence , however misleading .
Sometimes she liked to stop along the path and try to breathe it all in . The
longevity of some of the trees and the delicate nature of the smaller blooms optimistic in their
struggle to grow . Glancing at the ground and wondering about the exposed roots of a tree.
Does the tree , somehow , sense it’s vulnerability ? Does it find a way to protect itself by
strengthening itself in other ways ?
She was startled out of her thoughts by rustling sounds and the faint , deep
cries of …what is an animal ? Or perhaps simply the winds howling so as not to be left out of
the mysteries of the path .
……….to be continued
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