One day I won’t be here. I will have walked away into the woods. I will hope that those I leave behind, if there are any, won’t be sad, that they won’t wonder. I will have simply walked away into the woods. It will have been what needed to happen.
I will leave at dawn, in the late summer when the days are still long. The sun will be just rising at the eastern edge of the valley. I will walk toward the limestone walls that the sun shines upon and as it climbs I will feel slowly its warmth on my back. I will shiver when it comes, and will realize just how cold I have been. I will watch the gray limestone turn orange and rose, and then the color will drop and the limestone will be just what it is in the bright sunlight, framed there in the blue sky. And the trees too. The trees will turn green to my eyes and feed on the morning light. We will share our breathing.