I go into the woods alone, to sit in silence and listen. I hear birds singing, bugs chirping, and the wind rustling through the leaves. I can smell the freshness in the air. The longer I sit the more at peace I feel. I am becoming one with the nature around me. I feel a longing to connect with the animals that hide or scurry about. I close my eyes, and let all the stress leave my body. In that moment, all feels right with the world. That’s why I go into the woods.
Malia and I were heading home from our vacation and decided we had time for one last adventure, so we explored the Osceola National Forrest in Florida.
The forrest was amazingly beautiful. It was full of swamps and foliage. I was hoping to see an alligator, but the weather was to cold. However, I did find a banana spider and had my picture taken while standing beside it. The spider blended into the background, so it’s hard to see it in the picture.
As I walked along the trail, I listened closely to the sounds of the birds and any other animals that might be in the area. I felt a closeness to nature, a feeling of being one with my surroundings.
I was intruder in another world and hoped to see that world play out in front of me. I also wanted to tread softly, to prevent creating a disturbance in that world.
Walking through Osceola National Forrest was a fitting adventure to end our vacation.
As teenagers, my brother and I spent a lot of time playing in the woods. We went hiking, fishing, and swimming in the creek.
We also built a makeshift fort and took some of my mom’s old lawn furniture down there. Mom never did figure out what happened to her chairs.
We spray-painted graffiti under the bridge. We wrote our names, the names of our dogs, and noted each year we were there.
Basically, the two of us ran wild through those woods and we were having a blast.
That was 26 years ago. Aaron passed away three years ago and his birthday is on Monday. I decided to take his daughter (Gwen) out there. She heard various stories over the years, but never got a chance to see the area. It seemed like a good way to honor Aaron’s memory.
I was surprised to see a lot of our graffiti is still there. Each step I took, felt like I was going back in time. Even though the terrain has changed some over the years, I could still recognize different sections and areas. I still remembered my way around those woods.
Memories of those days flooded my mind. It was a surreal feeling. I could almost see us and our dogs running wild. I was excited to see it all again. However, I felt the grief of my brother’s death.
I was hiking down memory lane and my heart was overflowing with mixed emotions.
I went biking at Harvest Nature Preserve today and I almost ran over a snake. When I spotted it on the trail, I skidded to a stop to get a better look at it. The little fellow was slithering away as fast as it could, but I still managed to get one good photo.