What are you listening to?

Do you ever listen to your footsteps? Or are you more conscious of where you are going or how late you are?

I haven’t been up in the woods for a while, and the lack of water is evident.

There’s a soft crunching sound. And my feet sink slightly deeper into the surface.

It feels like there is a void underneath. At the same time, the mysterious holes emerging on the surface around the tree roots hint at what is below. Or not.

We can’t exist without water.

Neither can we thrive on restricted senses.

Pause. See differently. Re-story ??