Walking to Write about Reading

The Caldwell Rim Trail feeds off a fire lane, becoming a single-track amble over the Depot Branch, up and down the rim, sometimes flat, sometimes treacherously steep with a drop-off at the elbow.
The view of the cove below hides behind branches and trunks. Wind, water, moss cushions, dry leaf-crunch, one woodpecker, and one small plane my only company, I wandered thoughtless, filled with writing about reading and longing to read the flow of water, clump of fungus, animal scat.
By the time I re-entered the fire lane, I felt my mind race toward revision, a tunnel of green opening toward home and writing about reading.