The Necessary Pause
I love walking train tracks. They are interesting, challenging, full of clues to thousands of stories. In the urban area where I live, they hold lots of debris, glass, broken train parts, trash, splitting and buried ties. Here, it is absolutely necessary to pay attention to each step. So I watch my feet. Get lost in the details. Get lost in the repetition. In the process, I can easily lose sight of exactly where I am. All of the sudden, I have walked blocks past where I intended to turn off the tracks.
It is the same thing with walking in the woods. Rocks. Mud. Roots. You don't want to hurt delic