I sat on the bench, tired in ways I didn’t know how to fix. Something was on me, but the feeling was all in me too, and I kept asking myself whether I really needed to keep sitting there or just walk away.

The walk through the woods should have quieted me, but it only gave my thoughts more room to breathe. Image from my gallary Above me, birds moved through the branches with effortless grace, their songs

I am sure I have been walking, but the only thing I don't fully remember is which road I have been walking on. The fragments of the journey are all I have left; I know I don't need to keep walking—maybe

The long walk through nature finally quieted my thoughts. Birds sang the music I had longed to hear, flying from one branch to another—why did they seem so much happier than me? They appeared to enjoy