Today was clear, apple-crisp, and full of interesting sensations: a squishy deer's nose on my palm, the smell of crushed sassafras, a flush of self-imposed vertigo stepping out on the edge of a precipice. It all served to temper that autumn feeling-you know the one; somewhere between introspection and nostalgia.
Today I saw a dog with an uncanny resemblance to a wolf and wolves who seemed like nothing more than dogs.
The woods we hiked were a sanctuary of mosses and fungi, spiders, berries, and panoramic views. Our private sunset settled purple and red on everything and we dawdled to soak it in before picking our way back in darkness.
It felt like home, and I wanted to take up residence and become one of the wild things.
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