Lost in the wild, but never lost for words. The world feels different when you’re just following a dirt path with no destination in mind. It’s a feeling I’ve been chasing since my days as a kid, exploring the local lakes and hills with my friends. Back then, it was just about finding a place to cool off but now, it’s about finding a place to feel whole.
The old, forgotten structures we stumbled upon were like a glimpse into another time. The crumbling walls told stories of those who came before us, and for a moment, I could almost hear their echoes in the wind. What were their journeys? What did they leave behind?
And then, just when I thought I was alone in my thoughts, I spotted them - a pack of wild dogs, free and running through the tall grass. They were a perfect reminder that the world is filled with beautiful, untamed things, if you just take the time to look.
