The cheerful ringing of the chimes outside my door wakes me. Sitting up I yawn languidly and think pleasant thoughts of coffee, scones, and my hike through El Yunque National Forest. It seems ages since I drifted into this memory, floating still in my head like a balloon without a string. It was quite a trek for the condition I was in then, as far as my foot goes. But, a memory that I believe will stand or rather float in my head for quite some time.
The trail ahead of me is uneven. I look to my right as the rain drips over my hat. The sun scatters the path ahead of me, shining through like the sun behind tape art, creating little indistinguishable patches ahead. Birds flutter and monkeys pitch across the rainforest, their sounds, terrifying shrieks, for the unwitting tourist at least.
My foot aches. The path is very uneven at this point. My bunion presses outward as my foot strains onward.
The forest reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Vachel Lyndsay, The Congo. After reading that poem for the first time when I was 12 I became completely entranced by the Congo which lead me to study The Nile. I wrote about it and studied hydrology articles and water levels; water sampling. Hydrology fascinates me. Water is the root of everything. And is so incredibly important to human survival. Anyway, that’s definitely, another blog post…
We make it through the forest, at last, the shining light flickering off of the dripping leaving that shine like tiny mirrors.