At my dad’s house, my kids and I followed their aunts and uncles down the hill in the backyard into the woods. The kids, of course, ran ahead to explore while I walked along mildly with my camera, following the light off the worn path. After a bit I realized it was too silent- I couldn’t hear the kids or see the house- and I admit I panicked a little.
But then I saw a gentle patch of light dappling the moss on a fallen tree by my feet. It was so arresting and peaceful I forgot I was lost.
Like running water.