Summer

“When you walk barefoot, free electrons are transferred from the Earth into your body, and this grounding effect is one of the most potent antioxidants we know of” - Dr.Mercola Ever feel like you need to reconnect with nature, this is the way to do it.

The path that winds through the wood is never-ending, covered with dead pine needles, cushioning each step that is taken. Being told not to walk barefoot in these woods is like telling someone not to go to a free for all yard sale, they're going to do it anyway so what's the point? Feeling the pine needles beneath your feet, your toes. A gentle breeze whispers through the tree branches, making the leaves dance around playfully.

The sun peeks through the canopy of the trees down to the winding path, letting just enough warmth to offset the coolness of the shade. Walking along, so quietly, so delicately, seems as though you are not even walking on the ground but floating. Everything is just so peaceful, relaxing, calming, watching little song birds fly from tree branch to bush back to tree branches, singing as they go along. You can’t help but smile, seeing how carefree they are.

Taking a turn to the left which leads to a large pond that is good for fishing, a secret spot who’s location can only be found on foot. Finding this place you almost have to let yourself get lost a little, moving over to a small boat that is hidden in some bushes, already on the water, making it easier to just put the fishing pole and box in and go.

Today though, while standing ankle deep in the water, it seems warmer than usual, maybe because it's a little after lunch and the sun has been brutal the past few days. Wiggling my toes, deeper into the sand, flexing them to their full extent, relaxing them back to normal. Gently giving the little boat a push, to then me clumsy half jumping in the boat, once sitting up on the seat, grabbing the ore.

Quietly rowing the boat toward the huge patch of lily pads, knowing that's where the large-mouth basses like to stay, grabbing the anchor and carefully and quietly slowly lowering it till it reaches the bottom. Reaching over to the other side of the boat to grab the fishing pole, baiting the hook to cast out. After a couple hours of no luck catching anything, I decided to reel in and put the pole in the boat. Leaning back in the boat.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds looked like mares tails as my mom liked to call them, and I see why. Long spread out, like wisps of hair being blown in the wind. Looking at the time to realize that it was almost dinner time back at the house, pulling the anchor up and placing it back in the boat. Even though I may have not caught anything, there is always tomorrow.