If I Trip in the Woods and No One is Around to See It, Did I Trip in the Woods?
No witness. No embarrassment.
I was out hiking alone.
Of course as someone who is single, most things I do are alone.
But that’s not the point.
The point is that no one else was around.
With the exception of birds I could hear chirping, there wasn’t another living being I could see near me.
That’s when it happened.
I tripped.
It happens to us all.
Right?
We trip over something we didn’t notice.
A tree root, a rock, a stick.
Or in my case, my own feet.
Sometimes I’m clumsy.
When I’ve had some wine, I’m really clumsy. And I don’t mean when I’m drunk. Just one sip of wine and suddenly my body decides to lose balance.
So there I was in the middle of the woods hiking alone when I tripped over my own feet.
I didn’t fall, but it did startle me enough to cause me to throw my hands out to brace for impact.
I knew I must have looked like a fool. A clumsy fool.
