Evening Walk Alone

against their beliefs a blue spot came slowly
out of the green

nobody expected such a thing to occur

"The Watchers," by Rg Gregory

The other evening, I took a walk in the woods. John parked his truck just off the road at the beginning of the trail, but I walked alone through the deep green woods of mid-May.


To the right of the tree (above) is where our three black plastic life-sized geese used to be. A couple of weeks ago, someone stole them. Why would anyone steal our old lawn ornaments?

I continued alone down the trail to the clearing. You can see the green of the clearing just beyond the trees.


One spring, in the early 90s, we found a dozen or so holes—six inches across and a foot deep— in this clearing. A local officer told us it looked like that someone was about to plant a marijuana crop. Who, besides us, knew a clearing was here?


After I went through the clearing, I turned left and walked south. The trail widens, then vanishes into the green.


As I walked, I saw evidence that others had been along this trail. I never leave trash in the woods. Who else walks this trail—and why?


Is this tree wonderfully spooky, or what?


After I turned back, I could see a shaft of the setting sun through the trees. for a few moments, the woods seemed to glow.


There were things I didn't see when I walked that I now see in at least five of these pictures. Do you see the orbs, too?


I wonder—do we ever really walk alone?

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