a walk in the woods

"for a retribution too; a torture, to be felt many an unthought of moment; a pang, a sting, an ever-recurring agony, in the midst of a troubled joy! so forcibly reminding us of that red symbol which sears her bosom"- The Scarlet Letter

theres something calming about just walking...in the woods.

the crunch of the autumn leaves beneath your feet, the crisp air beneath your head, its almost the perfect moment to forget everything you want to forget.

the broken branches and trunks, the geese honking, the beaver's dam; its all the flaws that make a wood perfect.

and then...you emerge the roads, and you wonder if the wall of trees you were in is just a wall. a tiny part of nature to hide the guilt of man.

i keep my scarlet letter in my head.