I headed up the slope to where my car was, and found the mud slide that surrounded the car had not quite hardened. Contemplating wading through the stuff to get my cell phone, I decided to wait another day, until the mud had dried.
Back at the clearing in front of the cottage, I saw there were two paths, heading in opposite directions, running away through the woods. I decided to go down the one I had started to explore barefoot. So I walked along it in the dappled sunshine, the early leaves of spring casting shadows across the path. The air was warm and I felt freed of the bonds of my work-a-day city life.
Soon I came out into a glade, where there were birds and butterflies. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, but I didn’t follow my impulse to run through the tall grass, thinking of my earlier accident. I kept to the path and soon was moving among the shading trees again.