Every time you step into the woods, the breeze encircles you and bares your gasps, loud into the presence and absence of everything.
At first, you flinch, you waver, you look back for a return.
But then you walk further and feel the earth digging into your toes. Whatever direction you walk, becomes ‘the’ path.
You watch the sun filter in, through the canopy of trees. Nothing, however wild, could hold it back.
Ans so it dawns on you.
Every small step, an undaunting of you.
Every dare, your metamorphosis.
With every rise of the foot, a newer you.