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In the 7 days ending Apr 18:

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  forest run2 2:00:00
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Tuesday Apr 14 #

forest run 1:00:00 [3]

At first It was a struggle to get in to the run. Slowly, however, I dropped my worries about school and everything else. I finally reached a place in the forest where I began to noticed the small dot knolls on the floor of the forest. This place does have a lot of the knolls, many more than are ever mapped. They come from fallen trees, with the root stock pulling the dirt up then over time the dirt and roots crumble to settle into a mound. The dirt allows moss and plants to grow. at the end of a time span the trunk of the fallen tree seems to disappear and only a small mound of moss covered soil is left. Seeing them remind me of running in the woods as a kid with my brother. There were burial mounds scattered in the woods built by the first peoples. While we did visit them we did not climb on them or dig into them. I was under strict orders, passed down from our parents through my brother, to leave them untouched. nothing superstitious, just a simple act of respect.
I try to do the same for the fallen tree mounds, I sidestep them. usually I do not notice the tree trunk, only the mound. There are a lot of fallen trees in the woods, I have to jump over them all. They are merging with the ground as they get softer and flake apart. once they are absorbed by the ground any trace or outline disappears. I saw one tree that did something different. It had melted back into the ground but its outline was filled in with a nice soft moss. where the moss grows other plants will grow. If a fallen tree had consciousness it must have thought it would be nice to return to the earth from where it grew and lived. It must have thought it nice to provide itself as material for the next generation of forest.

Monday Apr 13 #

forest run 1:00:00 [3]

I remember, from a long time ago, running in the fog. A white out in the forest forcing me to use a compass just to traverse an open field. I remember other times of running in the fog where I could see the trees, but between them was a curtain of white.
Today was like running in a fog, but a fog of green. The leaves are starting to come out. Only a few trees and only part way out for the leaves. It left a scene where I could see all the trees, the hills, and the re-entrants. They were, however, shrouded in spring green. Spring green has a brightness to that last only a few weeks when it fades into a summer long green. Spring green has all the promise of life, happiness, and yet it also has a fragility because it is so short lived.

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