The winds thumped steady on his ear drums, while his eyes, tucked up under the brim of his hat, stared down at one boot step after the next. It was dark, and once again he had allowed himself to get lost walking the woodlands. He resents the snow track each boot leaves, as it not only provides guidance back, but also leaves a mark of his presence. And they keep following him even in the waning light of the day.
Of course there is an upside to this snow covered pegboard tracking his trail, and that is the ability to also follow the comings and goings of the woodland creatures. And they do stay busy in the early winter, understandably keeping hibernation in the schedule, just not in the plans yet.
The darkness, wind, and snow are decoded as to be avoided. The doors leading in are where the senses take aim. Yet, as long as he has 98.6 pulsating through the interior, his willingness and capability to withstand the elements is surprising. This coupled with the complete lack of “others” so commonly out on the trail attempting to get in that late day dog walk, but now, this late in the year, they are pointing to click and gorging on comfort food, making this woods his wilderness.
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