When I was a kid, I thought I was a werewolf. Between the vivid wolf dreams, strange body sensations, wanting to be anyone or anything that could just break free, it just made sense.
Either, I know better, or, that bit of magic that kids often have is gone.
I sauntered through the woods, stopping every now and then to take it all in. I’d look down paths and spot tracks, then follow the tracks. I felt like I was hunting.
I recommend walks in the woods as often as you feel up to them, and maybe more often than that. It’s good for the whole of a person, no matter what may ail them.
I’ve been on the lookout for collectibles in the woods, like feathers and skulls. No luck so far, but I came across a snake eating a toad. It made an impression on me, so I snapped a picture.