A SOUND WOKE ME. SOME human clumping through the woods. A farmer checking his cattle, no doubt.
I struggled to my peep hole to look out. And the weak light filtering through the tree shade was encouraging.
I only had to get him close enough, then I could maybe use him to get me to sunlight...
IIWHEN I WALKED IN THE woods, checking cows or their fences, I called the single branches or leaves that moved without any apparent breeze, "God's whim". You know the ones I mean. You don't feel a breeze, but there it is – a single leaf or set of leaves moving and waving at you. Like they are trying to tell you something.
Like that old hollow walnut I found for some reason. And was surprised to find it, like all things in the woods. What's that word? Oh: 'serendipity'. Doesn't sound like it shoul
