I took the trail to the waterfall today in the early morning
to avoid the heat. The wooden archway that marked the trail-head hid
mysteriously in the dense forest. As I crept along deeper into the dark opening
of overhanging limbs, breaking intricate cobwebs in my path, I felt like I was
in a fairy tale – Gretel, Snow White or Little Red Riding Hood. A crow squawked
up above. My feet sunk softly into the mud. I soon heard the sound of the creek running
beside me. Small white markers named the plants – witch hazel, sassafras,
winter-berry - a feast for a witch’s brew. Before long, I reached the falls rushing
down boulders, a small roar, the scent of moss and wet soil. Just beyond, a
sweet little deck invited me to sit for a spell. Perhaps there was a fairy tale
in this after all. I pulled out my notebook and began to write: Once upon a
time…
-Johanna DeBiase
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