The Dry Woods

While touring the Buddhist temple site this past Saturday, we discovered a side trail that had few people. It ran into a forest, the path bordering a dry streambed. The path itself, as well as the streambed, was rocky, and a bit hard to walk on, but all the more pleasant and peaceful as we were away from the throngs of tourists that had gathered to view the autumn foliage. It was, quite simply, nice to be alone with friends, to listen to the wind rustling the tree leaves, and to mingle with the essence of nature that, all too often, seems to get lost in our daily lives.