It’s another Sunday morning in another town. Not the town I currently reside, but the town of my birth. I drive across a bridge that connects Seattle to Mercer Island, a feeling is pulling me inexplicably to explore this area.
Thick forest growth hides the residents of this Island. The sounds of the city are drowned out, leaving a peaceful and serene aura hanging in the air. I stumble upon Pioneer Park, and a dirt trail leading into the lush greenery of the Pacific NorthWest.
I’m feeling open, and disappear into the woods.
