The other day I went for a walk in the woods on a mountain, and I still have sort of a peaceful frame of mind from it. The mountain was Monte Sano in Huntsville, Alabama, and I guess it’s barely a mountain as mountains go, but I was able to walk there and be completely alone, but completely alone in the best possible way.
There’s something really special about walking in the woods, and then looking around you in every direction, and realizing there’s not another human being as far as the eye can see. When you can be in a woods full of bright Spring green leaves, and the only sounds are the wind in the leaves, the occasional squirrel or chipmunk, and no human interference or noise, it’s like being in some kind of natural, private paradise. It was like I was in my woods… not the woods. I got to marvel at the giant trees growing towards each other with intermingling branches, but because of crown shyness (a term I had to look up) they were branches that did not touch. I got to hear a woodpecker “go to town” on an old tree up in the distance and realize that it sounded much louder, almost like a piece of machinery, out in the stillness of nature. I got to stand beside a little brook and watch the water trickle down the mountain. And most importantly I got to squash the feeling of self importance in the back of my brain. Being surrounded by so much natural beauty allows man to come to terms with the fact that his average day and his average preoccupations are very unimportant in the whole scheme of things. Thank you for reading my 95th blog(I think)? I’ve lost track!