Buntzen Lake
Remaining grapes, blueberries and guava.
Powerhouse Rd.
One of the nice things about hiking trails is that there's a carved out walkway allowing for foot soldiers to get where they want to be. Within the foliage, the multiplicities of colours and the refinements of the earth, I walk along a predetermined path. Finding your own way is not always as endearing and adventurous as it sounds. Life would be a little easier if trees always directed me where I needed to go; And when I want to just plant my feet into the soil, it would help if my life was paved with trails that told me to keep on going. A few, but very significant, decisions need to be made in the near future, and they are pulling me in all sorts of directions. Please understand that I'm the worst decision maker in the world.
P. xo.
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