01 / THE TIMBER
Before the woods
woke up.
Some days stay with you before anything happens.
We stopped where the trail narrowed and listened. A bugle carried through the trees, then the timber went quiet again. Neither of us reached for a phone.
We never closed the distance that morning. On the walk out, we talked about coming back when the wind turned. What I wanted to remember was simpler: the light, the sound, and a few hours with my brother.
“Next year, same ridge.”— An imagined companion’s note
- Outing
- Elk hunting · Archery
- Conditions
- Cool, still morning; breeze building later
- What we learned
- Make time to listen before moving
ILLUSTRATIVE ENTRY · 01



