Perhaps, like me, he walked into the woods with the reverence of an eager nun willing to devote their time to a place that reminded them of creation itself. Imaginably the Beethoven of the woods allowed himself to be freed from the world's complicated structures by nature and let his mind wander beyond the symphony of foliage and into magnificent new worlds.
Catch up before you continue on with the story. Hitchhiker Cindy and I continued traveling along my usual path toward the center of California. I still wasn’t sure if I should drop her off in the first town outside the mountains of the Grapevine and continue further north heading home, or just take her all [...]
There once was a girl who walked the path everyday through the evergreen woods. She wore her hair in a wavy mess that grazed the top curvature of her breast ever so lightly. On that cool fall morning, with the fog still hovering over the horizon, the young girl continued her habitual migration into the [...]