Walking In The Forrest

 I have traveled to the Northeast, through the Ouachita Forrest, through the Ozarks to the Mark Twain National Forrest. I have been called here. I have been called to walk alone, to walk with my dog, to breathe the air of this area, which is so different from where I am from. I live in a place too hot for my liking, too crowded for my liking and too hostile for my liking. I do not wish to live in a place that is excessively hot or excessively cold, but instead a place that has a mild climate and fresh air. I cannot predict what will come of this trip, what my next steps are, or what purpose I am meant to fulfill in this incarnation. I am simply following my instincts which have lead me to where I now sit.