December 15, 2022 at 02:45PM

Social isolation day #1007

Wearher – 39F, and now drizzling rain

Creatures seen – handful of squirrels, a possum, no birds at all, no humans!

As I trudged through the swamp today, I could feel the cold seeping into my bones. The region was thick with fog, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of me. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck and pulled my jacket closer, trying to keep out the chill.

The ground beneath my feet was spongy and unstable, making it a challenge to keep my balance. I could hear the squelching of my shoes as I walked, the sound echoing through the stillness of the air.

As I walked deeper into the bog, I began to see strange shapes emerging from the fog. The trees here were twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like grasping hands. I could see patches of moss and ferns, their green hues standing out against the dull gray of the air.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the underbrush. I froze, unsure of what was lurking in the shadows. Then, a creature emerged. It was just a possum, its coat dappled with moisture. It stared at me for a moment, before disappearing back into the mist.

I continued on, my heart pounding with excitement. The beauty of the area can be truly breathtaking, and I was grateful to be able to experience it. As I walked, I spotted a patch of purple heather, its delicate flowers standing out against the damp ground.

Eventually, I came to a small pond, its surface still and calm. I knelt down and dipped my hand in the water, feeling the icy coldness of it. I cupped some water in my palm, watching as it slowly dripped back into the pond.
As I stood up, I realized that the fog had begun to lift. The sun was breaking through the clouds, casting a golden light over the glade. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.

#swampwalk #bogsafari #walkabout #streamofthought


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