You would think I’d get bored, walking the same old woods every day. And frankly, some days I just don’t feel like going. Then I get out there. Something is always different. In fact, today changed from the time I left (sunny) to when I returned 30 minutes later (windy with thick clouds).
Whether it be the texture of the snow, the wetness on the bark, the sound of the wind, or the scent of the earth, like walking through an art museum, something always catches my interest.