I haven’t touched ground in days.
This was supposed to be a simple trip to the woods to relax. A short hike, some birds, a few squirrels, fresh air. Instead, I haven’t touched ground in days.
It started so innocently. At the trailhead, a tired looking dog diverted our attention to his mistress, a crone with a fruit stand.
Since we hadn’t brought any food, we bought a few apples for the road. Something about her made me uncomfortable. Spiders running up my spine uncomfortable. But we still bought the fruit and I at the apple.
I’ve done everything right, generally. I’m fit. My goals are modest. I’m grounded, or used to be. I don’t neglect my health, or my community.
And yet, here I am, punished by a good deed.
In hindsight, we probably should have been a lot more suspicious. But who knew that a creepy looking old dame would actually act as creepy as she looked.