The creek rippled with the powerful invigorating force of spring. Winter snow gave up its passive seat as the warmth of the sun penetrated the snowflake layers sending its new form cascading down the rugged slope of the mountain. I properly anticipated the weather dressing with layers, none of which I had yet to peel off.
I removed my sunglasses from above the bill of my baseball cap. A dark blue hat with two smiling baseball players shaking hands. The retro hat, one of my favorites, signifying my Air Force brother’s beloved team from the upper Midwest. Glasses now in place, their effort to block the sun rays piercing through the majestic pine trees appreciated, I could now see, without straining, the creek’s opposite bank. I calculated the distance across, confident I would be able to make the leap to the other side without soaking my feet and brand new shoes.
I struggle with the reasons behind why I would care if my shoes get wet. Water dries eventually and it would not ruin these shoes. My mind settles on leaving my wife of twenty one years less than a week ago. The constant barrage of her negativity and false illusion of normal family life no longer weighed me down. My immersion in the power, strength, and calm serenity of the woods propelled me forward with cleansing thoughts. The first purchase I made with my new freedom was the shoes. A new symbol of my independence. At first, I felt they needed to stay clean. Untarnished have you. The now clear message from my inner-voice preached a different yarn. I looked upward at the sun, penetrating the thick Oregon pines and laughed as I playfully walked through the creek’s spring chill, soaking my new shoes. The universe nurtured me, tugging my soul as she showed the cleansing, healing force of the outdoors.