I stop and look up at this spot every time I’m on my trail. The trees are grouped in such a way that I always have the feeling they’re “putting their heads together” about something. Just sure they must be talking about me.
Well, the Morning Meeting is naked now and soon it will be too cold to spend as much time as I want exploring hidden paths. Last year this time I cried and thanked it for walking me through another year, and promised one day I’d find all the words I need to truly describe its nuanced beauty.
I love this trail. I love it in the way a survivor loves a first responder. We’ve been through a lot together.
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