Without Hesitation

Last night I lay in bed, in the dark, my thoughts turning to where I would want to wander in nature this morning, I pondered my destination, after some consideration, a place came to mind, a place without a name but I knew that was it, without hesitation.  So, in the dawn, I was gone, using muscle and bones, walking from a trailhead under fir tree cones, where deer do suddenly appear, or a black squirrel with tufted ear,  going to a place where I know I will likely here the caws of a crow,  where time as measured in seconds, minutes, hours, months or years, does not exist, where the mood is gentle and there’s no pace that will insist, where the quiet pervades my existence without insistence, where I can breathe a sigh of relief, as I lie on the ground and marvel at the beauty of a fallen red leaf, even though it is only August in its late teens, and it comes to me as I walk, to this place, with no name, it will now be known to me as Without Hesitation.