There is a large section of National Forest that connects all the houses in my friend’s neighborhood, and presumably goes far beyond that into the wilderness.
Creeks merge at the bottom of the miniature valley. The water and leaves have ended up looking like cereal with too much milk.
This forest may seem somewhat bleak and devoid of color, and it is (for the moment). But it works nicely as a break from the rest of the world, or a place to do otherwise-horribly-embarrassing vocal exercises.
You get to be alone with your thoughts and words for as long as you can endure it, and this I love.
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