The winds were fierce, the rains were fierce. Deep in the forest, the rain turned misty.The bright leaves, shimmery in yellows and oranges.I followed a muddy path through the forest, trees clumped tightly together, clinging high along the cliffs above Lake Michigan.
Traveling the Middle Road, nearly deserted because of the inclement weather, a bit like a ride through Middle Earth. Sights of bright trees, sounds of creaking branches, leaves twirling to the ground. An awakening of the senses.
Deep in the forest, the rains stop. Leaved drip, the path is soggy-slippery. And quiet, held in a heavy tapestry of quaking yellow. Sacred.
Tree roots gripping the earth. I grip the earth. Fierce in determination. Fierce in the sacred. I find myself awakening deep in the forest, soaked with rain, feeling so aware, so alive.