It's the stillness that amazes me, the way I'm only 2 miles from the heart of downtown, and yet within a 10 minute walk, I've entered a different world. I set out, armed with my incomplete map, headed to a new destination. I never know beforehand quite what to expect- a narrow line winds it's way across the map. I follow it. It starts off as a country road, wide enough for two cars, but nobody passes me while I'm on it. As I continue, it narrows down, it's just wide enough for one car now. And then suddenly, with no explanation at all, it's nothing but a bike path, or a walking trail. And then, just as suddenly, you come out of the forest, or take a turn, and you've encountered civilization again. It was never far away, but with nothing but the river, trees, and wheat fields, it's easy to forget.
There's a sense of adventure as I ride my bike. I feel like I'm boldly setting off to explore uncharted territory. As I enter the woods, I can't help but think of Little Red Riding Hood. It's dark amongst the pine trees, and I can imagine a wolf lurking just out of sight. I don't think wolves live around here though, just some GIANT hares. (As in up to 30 inches long. In comparison an average cat is 18 inches long, not counting the tail) I took a walk one Sunday, just to ramble. I walked past a family farm where a dad was lifting up his toddler to pet a horse. The road ended, and the path climbed into the woods, and then split, one side continuing through the woods, the other down towards the river. I walked between fields of wheat as cyclists and joggers occasionally passed. Close to the river, I spread a blanket, ate an apple, and drifted off to sleep while reading a book in the sun.
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