The smell of the forest

There is something about being in the woods that is primal and feral. We must have evolved from cavedwellers because the body instantly becomes alert of the snap of a twig,the sight of footprints in the earth and the constant sense of the sun's placement no matter where you go.

In time, the eye begins to distinguish between the aspens, the pines and the spruce, both near and far. Dead limbs astray on the path look like ancient bone piles. The texture of bark resembles the wrinkles on a weathered face.


The sound of silence really starts to mean something.