The woods

I walk down a dirt path in the woods of my youth, my memories like a whirlwind engulfing me with places and times long since forgotten.

A rabbit dashed across my path startling me but causing a short laugh as I press on. Turning a corner, I flash back to a fort we built out of fallen branches and rocks that seemed like the weight of the world on our shoulders. Little did we know then that the world would get so much heavier?

Deeper into the woods and the white birch trees loomed above me in all their majestic beauty. We would find fallen pieces of bark back then and try to craft canoes like our ancestors did but without much luck even though we would spend hours in silence working on them.

The stillness crept into my being like a soothing touch of a mother, the soft breeze her lullaby. I sat under a giant oak and listened to nothing, but everything. Night fell, and I chased fire fly’s like I did so many times in days long gone.

I came out of yesterday and into the darkness of today with a smile on my face and a lullaby on my lips
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