It was midday, and there were only a few cars in the park. I stepped onto the trail, and soon the path became overgrown. Plants brushed my ankles. My thoughts flitted, jumped. Chiggers, poison ivy, heat cramps. Does the GPS on my phone work out here?

The bridge over the marsh dipped, and dragonflies floated across the water.

As my mind rattled on through these thoughts, my soul-self waited patiently to settle into a quieter state among the trees.