Looking up from my stone stairway I see branches flaring over the craggy ledge like yellow skirts on a balcony. Looking down I see treetops, a bird’s perspective. Where else can you be below and above the forest at the same time. I descend into it down down. down down. I pause even with high white branches not wanting to leave this place, this moment. Listen to the wind through dry leaves. Hear bird songs. Rest here speechless, breathing. Then follow the slope to join the cold river again. Both of us, the river and I, are still and still dazed.
A 5 mile hike with kids on our backs at Robert Treman State Park.