I seek the mud of a wet winter,
the green of a well-watered forest floor,
the mystery of rustling leaves.
I know the thrill of discovery,
so easily eclipsed
by the anxiety of being lost.
I trudge through grassy fields
ignoring concern
for which path to take next.
I am aware of my surroundings,
I feel what’s there,
I am present when I can be.
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