Here on Maine’s midcoast, there is no shortage of hiking trails in the woods where one quickly becomes immersed in nature.
I love the sound of wind sighing in the trees
and the feel of soft, spongy moss beneath my feet.
As I take in what is all around I see shapes emerge. Here two trees cross to become frame for a teepee.
On the ground close by is a fallen branch reminding of a slingshot or maybe a divining rod.
Moss covered rocks have faces. If you think my imagination is running away, look closely for eyes, nose and a mouth that could be the face of a reclining dog or a Star Wars character.
And here lies a simple piece of bark that reminds me of phantom of the opera and the mask he wore.
Tree roots take on the shape of a snake slithering beneath the rocks.
Everywhere there is texture and color, something I look for in many facets of my life.
There are surprising views of water and tree covered mountains that seem to come at just the time when one is needing to stop for a bit.
Downed trees are just as much fun for kids as any playground equipment, and it’s wonderful hearing their peals of joyful laughter as they play on an unexpected find.
Just as there is a beginning, there is an end to a trail and always an appreciation for what nature so generously provides.