Into the Woods

I went there first in a dream, this morning. My Dad and I checking out a weathered shed (a place to store cars?) perched on the hill. Then I awoke.

Tired. And, after coffee, still tired. But I went out to take some pictures. Collected two yellow leaves. Then thought of my morning's early hours...and went into the woods again.

It was smaller than it was when I was asleep. But more detailed. Moving carefully inward, I took my time. Resting often. Still, I was soon wet with sweat. I touched the Fallen Giant and regarded The Split Rock. I took photos until my camera's battery icon showed red.

The climb back up was even slower. I was grateful for the shower, once I went back inside. Tired again, after.

Then I awoke.

Again.