The Blue Giraffe

Last year, I came across a rather curious ad for a class in Forest Bathing. In New Jersey. I love nature and the outdoors, but I'm not what you would call an outdoorsy person. I can sit outside for hours, watching the clouds and following the birds as they build a nest or pull a helpless worm out of a soft patch of dirt, but you won't see me hiking a mountain or camping in a forest filled with snakes and creepy crawlies. When I was younger, yes, but not now. Water is still my

It was the Sunday of my weekend when he drifted through the window behind me. He blew gently on my hair, as his icy fingers tickled my neck, then grazed lightly over my shoulder. Did I not know? Did I not know that winter was here? Did I not know that the days were short and the trees were bare? He said I let him in, and I was unprepared. He was right. I had no fancy comeback, no answer or reason. No anger, no fear - just confused by the season. So we sat, and we looked at ea

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