November 15

During the opening week of deer season I spent a few hours with Zach and his dad, Rich, out in their deer blind for a story I was working on.  It was a unique experience being that still in the woods.  Listening.  Watching.  Letting your breathing fall into a pattern.  Stillness.  Seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into hours.  I lost all sense of time, just being there letting my mind drift.  I lost myself in my thoughts.  Something I can easily do away, but being there, watching the shadows lengthen in the forest was good.  Calming.