The Trees and I
Word of the week: Psithurism (noun) - The sound of wind blowing through trees and rustling their leaves. Every Saturday morning, when dawn has just begun to show herself and the world takes on a soft, muted quality, I put on my wool socks and my favorite worn hoodie to venture out into the biting air. Right in the middle of my street, there is a secret dirt path that seems to lead straight into thick greenery. Eventually, when the houses fade away, and I'm among the willows and honey locusts, and the light flows through the leaves in a way that makes me thankful that I feel the sun on my face, I am no longer a suburban teenager; but a weathered explorer on a quiet quest for hidden treasure. But truly, real treasure is the feeling my walks evoke within me.