“I’m bringing bug spray next time,” I grumbled as I swatted another mosquito. As much as I felt at home in the woods and had vowed to spend as much time as possible there, the mosquitoes loved my blood and drove me crazy.
Nature usually soothes me, but not today. I was on edge, looking around and tense. Like someone was watching or even filming me.
I’d recently discovered how much I loved to hike. Once I left corporate America behind, I found myself with time on my hands. Time to actually pursue activities just for the heck of it. I’d tried several things, but knitting made me crazy, and the picture I’d painted at the class in the local rec center looked like a three-year-old had done it, no matter how many times the hot instructor tried to help me.
He’d finally given up, and so had I.
