Paths, gentle, steep, rugged, smooth, lead to who-knows-where. What is perhaps far more interesting are the things along with them. Wildflowers stretching towards the sun here, rabbits scampering underbrush there, butterflies floating, and waterfalls tumbling, and water everywhere running on.
In my part of the world, paths are everywhere. They lead to places that are long gone, forever lost, forgotten, or simply left alone. In that aloneness, one sees so much. Elk graze, moose lounge, osprey prey, stars dot forever-skies. It’s a never-ending trail to an unknowable future.
I walk this path today and follow my girl scout training. Leave no trace. Is that true? Is my presence not even a whisper in the grander scheme of things? In the dawning of that truth, I have a choice. Shout into the wind, remaining inconsequential, or quietly move forward with a seasonal rhythm. Whatever choice I make, my curiosity will always lead me to these paths.