Trails

Yesterday I found some secret trails in the woods. Not so secret really, trails by nature never are. The beer bottles half buried under leaf mulch from before the first snow say something about their use. But they are secret to me. When i am under the budding trees, on top of the hill away from my school I feel alone in the best way. These are the places I go for peace. The places I go to see the sky, see the sunset, see the horizon. I need views, I should have been tall.
Today I was walking my paths, meandering through the woods towards my dorm. It is the best kind of gray day and I was enjoying the gentle glow of the faded orange-tan-brown leaves covering the ground. It started to drizzle as I was taking pictures of a log - fungus as inspiration for dress. I put my camera away to feel the rain. The air is so fresh today, with the perfect breeze to keep it moving. I ruined my leather jacket in the rain, it is distressed now but oh so worth it.