A few blocks down from our house in suburban Seattle is a trail. You can hear the freeway. It is behind an elementary school with a big field. You meet many a dog walker and frisbee player. An emo teenager with his headphones in and his head down. Kids.
Yet there is no trash on the trail.
A sliver of tranquility never leaving the city reality.
Washington tends to creep up on you. When you despise the rain and wet and cold and then…perfect. I have discovered you won’t actually get rained on in a good forest trail. And that and i may have grown webbed feet.