A couple weeks ago I saw a feather on the ground when I was walking the dog. We had just started and I knew I would pass back that way so I did not pick it up. Twenty minutes later, it was gone.
It must have been for someone else.
Monday’s hike on Mount Tecumseh was a trying experience. I missed a turn which required me to backtrack to the summit. I got turned around at the summit, resulting in an additional two miles of hiking.
On the way down to the car I was feeling somewhat defeated and the only things I had to look forward to were a 7 hour car ride home and the George Washington Bridge at rush hour.
In my final moments on the trail I looked down and saw a feather. I picked it up. This one was for me.
