A Restful Place
Off the beaten path and into the woods, I can feel the edges of boulders through the soles of my boots. It's different out here than the flat, sandy south shore of Long Island. The terrain is harder, it gets colder faster, and the leaves change about 1 month earlier. Spending time in this area makes me forget about the constant hum of the city, the subways, the buses. It's truly quiet, with only the occasional aircraft breaking the peace. Birds songs echo in the distance, and I listen as the the stream's rapid current dislodges a boulder from it's resting place. A gentle breeze blows, and autumn leaves rain down around me. It's mornings like these that fill my senses with wonder.