a walk thru the woods

A few days of chill and rain had left us with energy and tension pushing at the seams. We needed to get out of doors, run wild, be set free. 

Finally, for the briefest of moments, the rain ceased. As quickly as we could, we bounded right outside, thru the woods and down the hill, for a little exploring.

With the sky cast in gray and darkening around the edges, the color of the leaves popped, cacooning us in a sea of greens. Ethereal almost. Everything seemed shrouded in mystery.

We tip-toed around the bend half expecting something from a fairy tale to appear- an uncovered path leading us to a secret world, or a troll with bad manners craving answers. Surprised to find nothing, we forged on.

As we meandered, we happened upon a buckeye tree. Known to bring good luck, we stopped to gather them, making wishes on each singular one, before piling them into pockets and quickly schemed knapsacks.

The wilds ran ahead, always with a surplus of excitement-seeking something to climb, or chop, or balance, or throw. Always moving, always busy, chattering easily as they went. Kaleb and I hung back fascinated, happy to take it all in.

Soon time overtook us. The sky ever so slowly fading into charcoal, we circled back and headed for home. Mother Nature having done her job, performed her own sort of magic- we arrived feeling lighter, freer, and in dire need of bath-time!