A longer time ago trails split into tongues and diverse journeys

Una lechuza volaba en la noche negra. El aire iba fresca y fria en sus plumas. Se movia empujado por las ramas del bosque. Cuando encontraba la luz de la luna llena, huyo de los nubes y planeaba sobre un campo. Veo un raton con sus ojos vivos, y se abalanzo sobre el raton con veloz como un rayo. La neblina escondia la escena brutal. La lechuza pensaba que el raton estuve una cena deliciosa para sus crias. Una idea paso por su mente. Se preguntaba porque no tenia la idea mas temprano. Cuando ella tendria ratines pequenos en sus vistas en el futuro, dejara la responsibilidad de atraparlos a los ninos.

longer walks stop in trailheads

Some of the most important travels I've taken on foot have been about the initiative of someone who I wanted to meet up ahead at some destination unknowable in the present. There are stops along the way I never took because the goal at the end was so bright that there were gleams of joy and accomplishment blinding my vision of peripheral presents. Inner paths to knowing another person have to take some of their own bushwhacking attempts if you haven't the strength to lift a log in the way to some outer trail that was blocked by a tornado a few years earlier. Intense defense of knowing another person because of something you once saw them do or say can give you a vision of a better path to a relationship that has lasting value in the treads and tracks left by previous movers along the development of grasses to weeds to flowers to bushes to trees to forests. There is a lot of distance from those memories of visions of charging ahead into something you had once decided was incredibly more important than taking the word of another on the page about marching through the woods as the value holder in how you understood the idea of being a leader of your own path. Previous leaving of your body for you mind in the middle of the sky can make you imagine you the hardest trails you took were incredibly easy and welcome to be challenging in their repetition leading to new ability to provide a steeper incline. Young enjoyment of the gravelly pits of challenge and sweat give way to the standing walls and wiry fences that might let you use someone else tools to imagine a way around them, but never under them. The newest parts of your feet peeling away at the thought of blistering again in the toils of energizing the muscles of your legs you enjoying feeling tense at the thought of resting and feeling water course through once again. Measured course and wide berths.