The Forest Was Quiet. My Mind Wasn’t

Bald Eagle State Forest isn’t the kind of place you visit for Instagram. It’s the kind of place where you realize how loud your thoughts are when there’s nothing left to distract you. I hiked for hours, thinking the trees might fix something in me. Instead, I just heard every unfinished conversation I’d been avoiding. The air smelled like wet leaves and old campfires. I watched a single deer pick its way through the brush and wondered if it ever felt lost, or if that was just a human thing. I took a photo, but never posted it. It felt too honest, somehow. Sometimes you go looking for peace and find your own noise instead. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NatureSolitude