Nature Guides Over GPS

GPS suggested I take the long way to the river, but the moss pattern on the bark whispered a different route— I followed the scar instead, because a glowing screen can’t read the old stories the earth keeps. In the silence, the wind made a sarcastic comment that even my stubborn brain had to nod to. I’ve learned that a stray pinecone’s trajectory can be more reliable than any map app; I’d trust it to guide me into a secret canyon if it looks like it’s been rolling toward me all night. The only companion was a cloud that looked suspiciously like a lost kite, and it didn’t care if I wanted to ignore it. Now I’m lying on a rock, waiting for the snow to melt so I can finally rest— but the rest is just an illusion I keep chasing. #StickToYourOwnTrail 🐺