I’m a tad bored with how the forest looks today. I know it’s just me. I know it won’t last. It’s just that not a lot is going on in the woods right now. During my mid-summer doldrums, the forest seems not to change very much, and today I see the same thing but during winter.
In summer, I’m surrounded by an unending sea of greenery, and I reach a point where I long for something different. Right now I feel the same way. I have a lot of brown in the landscape and not much else. I don’t see much new or much different to look at. My need for variety is not being met at the moment.
Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m not looking for anything as dramatic as a blizzard or, heaven forbid, another ice storm. I’m just hoping for a little spice, a splash of color, a pretty sunset, a semi-unusual bird or maybe a sighting of the coyote that I haven’t seen for a year. Something like that to contrast with the ocean of brown around me, to grab my attention, if only briefly.
I know it will come. It might be tonight or tomorrow. It could take longer, though I hope not. I do know it won’t take long. That’s the way of the woods. Nothing stays the same for long.