In the woods

Vapors rising. Shuffling, ruffling leaves. Light surges, then fades.

 

I always want to be in the woods.

 

When I remember childhood, I think, the woods.

 

Walking home through...

Climbing trees in...

Sledding between...

Chopping down...

The woods.

 

The woods. Where the bears hid.

I never saw them, but in my dreams. That was enough.

 

Now I go to the woods to hide from the chaos of life. To think. To get away. To calm myself. To wonder where next. Why in this life. What am I doing. Cemented here.

 

Crescendo of leaves. Haunting me. Holding my breath.