Out in the woods you hear everything - your ear gravitates towards rustles in the freshly fallen leaves on top of last years fallen leaves becoming mulch for next years spring flowers.
Little birds sing above me as I've walked past the beaten path I've walked to where the blueberries have yet to be eaten and empty nests undisturbed.
I saw messages left by strangers in the dirt, rocks, and branches collapsed by storm or time.
I met Mother Nature and walked a less than epic journey home.