Get out into the woods.
It’s the best prescription for what ails you. Sunshine, fresh air, the creak of the tall trees in the wind, the birds – it was all there before us, before you, before your issues.
It’ll always be.
This time of year is extra special, especially after such a bleak, brutal winter. The world is waking up, winning back the sun from the snow.
Persephone got lost on the way to the overworld. But now she’s back and kicking.
The MacCready Reserve is my own local getaway spot. There are hills and lakes and long rows of pines with snakes and frogs and deer and birds. It’s quiet, except when the wind is blowing. Then you can hear it throughout the park.
