“The wild begins where you least expect it- one step off your normal course.” ~Bernard Malamud
I’ve had a bone deep craving for the wild places lately, a need for the fecund scent of moss-covered timber and cold moving water running over my toes. I don’t have time right now to pull on my backpack and find the days of solitude and birdsong that I so desperately want, but we are lucky enough to live in a place where our daily runs happen on winding wooded trails and access to more is just a short drive down the road.
I’m also lucky enough to be married to someone who also craves the wild and remote and who is more than happy to load up with my restless heart for a day of tromping around in the woods when a quick fix is all we have time for…
Anyone else feeling a need for a little wild lately? Is it summertime, do you think, or just our inherent natures?