It seems that for the past few months around this time I've been compelled--and given the opportunity, too--to go for a wander; to walk and to dream. This has been an amazing way to spend afternoons (not-so-oddly near the full moon, it turns out) getting to know parts of the Forest City.
Just tucked behind one of the busiest intersections and near this house is a fieldy area with a little river running through it. Over the past two months it has become quite grown in and is getting to be hard to navigate. I keep a huge, perfect walking stick stashed in a tree and use it to try to find a way to cross the water; there's a bit of an island with a big rock that looks perfect for sitting on; just sitting, maybe thinking.
For whatever reason it's drawing me over. Unsuccessful so far but I'm more than willing to try and try again.