Ever since I moved to Georgia I’ve been the same way during summers. I’d wander the woods all day, looking at mosses, ferns & interesting wildflowers. Climbing up giant piles of metamorphic rock, catching crawfish and salamanders in the creeks, and wiping my detritus covered hands all over my jeans so I could fix my hair back off my forehead.
Some Nights I’d sit in the garage or walk with a lantern down the abandoned trails and listen to the loud singing of bullfrogs, spring peepers, cicadas, and crickets.
The Nights of thunderstorms I’d wake up early the following morning to walk down the powerlines in the fog. My hair would be extra curly and drenched from the humidity afterwards, and I felt like one of the trees with their moist bark and condensation covered leaves.
When it’s still warm I’ll get an early start on my walk to school and kick off my boots and roll up my pant-legs to wade in the creek a little bit, before picking some blackberries and muscadine to graze on before walking the rest of the way.
