Lingering impressions of VT

Leaving Vermont, the places I find comfort, peace, and belonging. Walking through these woods one last time I find myself deafened by the silence, blinded by the deep evergreens, and speechless by the sweet air. But as quickly as my omniscient mother overcomes me her shimmering granny smith apple greens, instantly bring me back to appreciate the richness of all she has to offer. I watch the giant maple trees come to life as those five pointed leaves dance with each gust of wind, gently twisting between the sea-foam green underside and bright kelly green top. Somehow this rhythmic dance of the maple tree, each hue of green, and ray of sunlight filtered through these ancient woods provides a glimpse at my purpose and understanding of the journey I am about to embark on. I see the struggle through thickets of young maples competing for life, for space, for sun- their immensity is not in their size but in their numbers, sifting the light illuminating patterns of chocolate brown soil. The kind of soil city folk long to run their fingers through, the soil that is screaming for seeds and seems a sin not to proved life.

Finding my existence through the reflection of mother natures intricate beauty- the graceful blue heron, pine greens, feathery ferns, fire colored fungi, medicinal moss, beautiful bark, and sweet strawberries. Can I burn these images into my mind so my home travels with me-the pale yellow mixed with bright blue, the sun falling on the tips of evergreens now black in contrast- remember running over the hand crafted arch bride to the grassy knoll, fondly called the beach, to see the sun setting in its full luxurious glory, the reflection of soft light on the glassy pond. I will not forget. Strapping memories, feelings, relationships to my back, so in my travels I will always be home.