I went to Wesselman’s Wildlife Nature Preserve this morning to enjoy the weather and ground myself just a little. As I was walking, I thought to myself, “Everything is still dead. It will be so pretty when things are in bloom again.” I looked down and saw this.
Touchée, Mother Nature. Touchée. Nothing is dead. Everything is alive and blooming and beautiful in it’s rarity right now.
Further along the walking trail, I came across this section of a tree trunk laying on the ground. I was drawn to him for whatever reason. I got this feeling that I might have known him. So we sat together, quitely for a while. We shared our stories. I told him mine and he told me his. I realized they were the same.
I left my friend there, in the woods, and as I walked away I wondered if we’d ever meet again or if our acquaintance was one that was not meant to be repeated. Like many other questions in this life, I don’t have the answer and that is okay. I found joy in having known him for a short time. And that is enough.