Secret Path

Sitting again in a wild, in a small bowl like depression, steady light snow falling, becoming more intense, a thick fir forest in front of me, ponderosa pine and open grass meadows behind me, I came here on a secret path, an abandoned trail, traveled only by wildlife, and myself, following it took me across a dense woodland growing up and down a steep slope, knowing I will not see another person, it’s what I hope for, Falling Snow walking and sitting in falling snow, on a hidden trail, in a forested valley, in nature’s realm, at the eastern edge of the Rockies, simply looking to live, for a while at least, in solitude and silence.