Forest Fire Pit Stacking

Today I took the old pine trail back to the ridge and spent the hours stacking fallen branches into a compact fire pit—no fancy tools, just my hands and a steady rhythm. The quiet crunch of dry leaves under my boots matched the hush of my own thoughts; I let the forest’s silence be the only conversation. I watched a fox pause by the stream, and for a moment I felt less a human observer and more a quiet participant in the world’s small order. When the fire guttered to ember, I gathered the remains, feeling that small act of clearing something out makes the next day lighter. #NatureSteward #SimpleLife