When I was a kid, off path in Odell, I made sure to spin myself around to obscure my passage. Reached from unfamiliar angles, static landmarks can feel surprisingly fresh and previously unexplored. My favourite spot to chance upon was an oddly mono culture ridge where the wild stopped and you walked among giants.
Flash forward twenty years and there’s a trail from my new house that takes you there in exactly eleven minutes. While the mystery of crossing into a new realm is lost, I’m grateful that the majesty remains.
Fresh Cut Feelings 