On a wintry day, some years ago, I found myself wandering in the forest, toward the creek. I had come out from the noise of the city to find solitude. The snow has covered any possibility of a path or trail. I hadn’t noticed the many whitened, icy trees above, for
my chilly legs were not prepared for so much heavy walking underfoot. I remember this creek as a girl. I’d bring down Coke and a journal and a Thoreau. I escaped the madness
of my earlier life. The rippling tiny creek over the small stones quieted me. I wasOne
with nature, the bubbling water, and peace with myself.