Not Alone

The ride was solo yet I was certainly not alone.

The forest was magical. Migrants have returned, courting has begun. In chorus up each and every climb are mating songs of ovenbirds, warblers, vireos and Towhees.

The hermit thrushes mystical trill echoes on the ridges. Wood thrushes can't be far.

Raucous screams of nesting ravens echo amidst the canopy. Black and Turkey Vultures sore high, landing on the forest floor to feed.

The forest is magical and mystical. At each corner, bend, bridge, rock, something is revealed. More learned, more seen on each and every ride and hike.

I go to the forest to seek peace, comfort and answers. To sort out thoughts. To find answers. To find and remember myself.

I go to the forest to seek solace and solitude and return rejuvenated.
Always, yet never alone.