The sounds and smells of this forest let me know I am home.
I can close my eyes and inhale the deep, dank, musky smell of the of the earth, sweetened by the spring rains and the warming hint of summer.
I know I’m home as I walk through the woods and am followed by a chorus of bird calls, the winter wren, the black capped chickadee, and the dark eyed junco, the ones I have always heard and know so well.
In the distance there are cicadas in the trees, their buzz drowning out my own thoughts.
I know I am home as I hear the wind move through the trees and ever so gently encourage the leaves into spontaneous, communal dancing.