foxwalking

I decided to take a break from studying and for take a walk in the woods. I haven't taken such a walk purely for its own sake in a long time. I made a point of walking slowly through a few areas and noticed a raccoon trail going along with me. a fit further on, I found some old, trampled coyote scat in the middle of the trail, it was mostly made up of rabbit fur and bones. After continuing on for a while, I came to a pond, and watched some of the small creatures therein going about their business. On an impulse, I put my hand in the water, fingers first, as slowly as I could. It was pretty cold out, and the surface of the pond moved up my hand like a plain of pure, liquid energy. I didn't even feel the cold at first. As I moved on, and reached a second pond, I saw a red-tailed hawk swooping and gliding low in the stiff wind. After watching it for a few minutes, I continued on. While I was walking back, along a college driveway, I heard a pileated woodpecker working on a tree, and looking around, soon say its brilliant red crest and white trappings. I watched and moved on. A couple of times, the part of me that was worried about work and dealing with everyday life tried to get me worried , but when I listened to it, it had nothing coherent to say. It was a little like listening to a madman jabbering nonsense. I still need that voice, but I think I'd like to get to a point in my life where it's no longer necessary.