A walk so early that for first 15 minutes I saw no one. The trail seemed to hold its breath. Autumn color just nosing its way into the forest, greens still predominate, but not for long.

I could have done two loops but I’d had no tea, and my stomach was growling. Still, I took a brief detour just to glimpse a tree tunnel I know and admire. I let my breath settle into the rhythm of the trail.

It was in the 30s when I left the house today, which meant I kept my fists balled up inside my sleeves for most of the stroll. Back home, warmed by the exertion and the tea, I remember the silent Sunday forest.