It was a cool Saturday morning as I walked quietly along the palmetto and gall berry lined trail. Something continually caught my attention in the dark cypress hammock over to the right of the trail. It was a foreboding feeling one gets when he senses a bear or danger, this mist like presence watching, hovering in the trees. A mile into the forest, I had gone too far in to turn back. And if I did, who could outpace this mist laden with the weight I carried? I was being drawn forward as all about the woods were anxious and ready to burst from the stillness. The Mists beckoned, taunting, challenging. And so that was how the morning unfolded. I invite you to come along on this fourteen part journey.
This is a fourteen part story. Each chapter is over to the right here. Just click and so on....
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