footprint

 

nelson lakes, new zealand. april 2011. 

i miss hiking. it's one of the only times when i can be alone without being inside my head. instead of thinking, i look--at mountains, at rocks, at moss, at rivers, at dragonflies, at bright new pine needles. i fill my head with images of nature and growth and unnoticed, unmourned death, of the great rushings of wind that push trees too and fro with a sound that stirs and centers me, that welcomes me home.