…I followed a game trail to the river. I admit that I got caught up in the soft afternoon light and the velvety leaves on my fingers and the damp scent of soil. A few times the trail faded out and I whispered, “Well, I hope I can find my way back,” and kept walking. Game trails are created by hooves, not tools. They start and stop without warning, and they don’t have arrows pointing back home, because the animals are already home. This is why I kept going. I needed to have that kind of freedom…
