A Walk in the Woods
I needed some air. I left my cabin and proceeded down the path in front of me. Yes, it was dark, but the moonlight shining down through the trees provided enough light for me to see everything.
I didn’t need any light. I had traveled this path before. My senses were attuned to the outdoors. I could feel the ground beneath me. Its irregular texture was familiar to my feet. Within each change of feeling, I was directed on the road to follow.
The sounds themselves were also a guide. The hooting owls, whippoorwills, sleeping animals, and night creatures. The quiet hush of the winds moving through the trees – again, a guide.
The smell of pines, other trees, and plants filled my spirit as I walked.
The bright light of the moon highlighted the images of calm. The shadows formed below told many a story of previous walks.
Yes, I needed air, but I also needed peace. And this is just what I found.
As I rounded a bend in the road, I saw her standing, or should I say floating in front of me.
Glowing long, wavy, white hair flowing with the wind. A slender body covered with a silver gown and cape. An ageless face, looking down at me and smiling.
“We’ve met before,” I said.
“That we have,” she replied, “more times than can be counted.”
“What is it that has brought you here today?” I asked.
“You, of course, for you sought me out.”
Initially, that was a bit confusing, for I thought I took a walk to get some air. Then, I realized that I also needed something to write about. You see, I had been stuck with what was happening in the world and had forgotten how to write. My frustrations had led me to seek out some air. Was that the connection?
“You wish for me to give you an answer,” her thought spoken aloud. “You should know that I do not give you your ideas; they come from within. Think upon your journey here.”
So I did. The sights, the sounds, and the feeling all filled me with thoughts.
As I watched my muse slowly fade away on this moonlight night. I murmured, “Thank you.”
