there is something about...
slipping your feet into a pair of rugged, well-worn boots
pulling a gortex jacket on, zipping and velcroing it up, while wafts of forest and woods tease your nostrils
donning a headlamp and stepping out into the darkness,
your eyes adjusting to the brightness of the moon, and the shadows that dance along the peripheral of your vision
crunching your feet through brush and low-lying plants, the scent of green pervasive
watching movement in the bushes, feeling your heart pound with excitement as you wonder whether it's an animal, the wind, an angel, your spirit
feeling your soul settle and calm as you trudge through branches and swamps, around obstacles, seeing things differently in the shadows and the night
letting go of everything, and existing on the moment,
being invisible in the darkness, it doesn't matter what you look like, what you wear, who you are, where you happen to be
getting dirty, playing like a child, feeling free and frisky
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