On Interdependence

In the process of moving, I confront just how tightly enmeshed my life has become with the backyard woods of Forest Park, and realize that she might need me to stick around.

β€œA town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it.” – Henry David Thoreau

I lay there in the snow, barely conscious. The winter wonderland that once constituted a short visit to this backyard forest has become a dark, cold and formidable opponent. Howling wind. Crashing snow. And the loud cry of my throbbing, swollen kneecap.

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