I dance on tiptoes over low-lying nettles, emerging into the shimmering glade as coos descend from up in the rustling canopy above.
All tagged hike
I dance on tiptoes over low-lying nettles, emerging into the shimmering glade as coos descend from up in the rustling canopy above.
“I had a dream about you,” he said. How should I reply to that?
My daughter said that once at the top, they had asked some fellow climbers about me. They were told, “Well, there’s an old man sitting on a rock, talking to everybody.”
An eerie whirring rises from the lake, drawing us closer. Woolly tuques pulled low over our foreheads, my husband and I shuffle down the snow-covered path toward the shore.
“I feel like galloping,” I say out loud. They roll their eyes, muttering about what a stupid, embarrassing idea that is, so I just take off, fast.
The crowd of four-year-olds rushed and shouted behind the placid teacher. "Allez, Allez!"
Enjoying rare solitude, I breathe, feeling invisible under the leafy ceiling. A flash and clap break my reverie.
The boys bound ahead down the steep path, and the dog pulls at her leash. My footing, accustomed to sidewalks, remains unsure.