“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”
- Henry David Thoreau
‘Enlightened’
How did I end up here?
Out in the wilderness with nothing but my camera and the conversations in my head to keep company?
Wandering aimlessly, I find myself stumbling out of the mist onto a winding path that was lined with twisting silver birch trees, glowing in the glorious morning rays.
A sign.
Perhaps the light is reassuring me that I am moving in the right direction.
It may have taken me nearly thirty years, but I think I have finally found my way.
I'm tired but I can't stop now.
I hesitate.
Inhale.
The cold autumn air brings new life to my weary body and I scan the new surroundings with my icy blue eyes.
I keep on walking.
I place one of my feet in front of the other.
I'm scared.
This path shows no sign of footsteps.
I'm alone.
But none more so than in a crowded room, I remind myself.
My mind rests.
Safe in the knowledge that the trees would guide me home.
