Day 178 of Wonder

There are so many things I love about this forest and yesterday fulfilled most of those loves. Bird song, earthy aromas, dim secret places hidden under grand canopies, the rustle of fleeing feet, the stillness and moist dense air. I can walk for an hour and meet no one or maybe one lone jogger as I did yesterday. Paths weave and crisscross, dip and curve, making it possible to be perhaps within metres of each other and yet never meet. Hiro is barely visible in this photo, blending into the gravelled path. There are really only two colours, three if you count the sky. But the variations are infinite. I'm forever grateful for this forest.