My backyard. Finally stepped out and had a look.

I get into the mossy forest and feel the magic of it resonate with my six year old self. The little patch of woods and the little creek that ran behind my house in Pennsylvania would fit a million times and more along the trail I walked today. And yet, immediately, I get that tug that wants to play in the water and pretend to set up house in the curves of the rocks. I am a city girl at heart, but there is something about these trees and this river that rings against my bones.