of steps back and an Idiot’s Grace…

I’m trying to rid myself of this stale chewing gum, not much left but a rubbery hint of some kind of fruit that once was berry, maybe synthetic like NutraSweet, that kind of aftertaste only it’s in the nose. Maybe that has to do with all the spring wildflowers blooming and the waves of their perfume as they ride the breeze and my brain only thinks it’s fake as I can’t bring myself to just spit it out. Walking long distances with only one piece of gum is not a good idea. The next bend or hill is never the last and if your feet are blistered or you’re tired, or maybe there is a panic in the background that you don’t belong where you are currently at, there can be mishaps concerning poor judgment and foot placement. Sometimes things are different and rub against the grain. And now I’m hungry because buttons were pushed and fresh air drafting out of a wide river gorge ignites certain remembrances, maybe of slower times and a wilder meat slow roasting from the smoke off of damp wood; wood that picked up of the scent of sage and rosemary or something else a little savory on its centuries long way to decay and the fire pit.

This is my third day out here and I’m just now starting to feel the true rustic nature of this beast. It wants to be a predator but is too much attached to the soil and the roots that are buried there. It wants to gorge itself full but can’t seem to find the empty room required. It appears to be satisfied for now and for those reasons I am reasonably safe from being devoured. It might be in my best interest to share some of the most current spoils…