The days will be good

I went hiking in Shenandoah National Park this weekend with a few friends. We drove through a thick fog to get to the campsite, and we were nervous that the dark clouds would erupt into rain any minute. I got separated from my friends as we were gathering twigs for the campfire. The fog was just starting to clear when I stumbled upon a fawn and her mother. Everything was quiet and peaceful, and I felt like I had stepped into something quite magical.

"With the smell of the woods and the wind in the trees [...] they will forget the rush and the strain of all other long weeks of the year, and for a short time at least, the days will be good for their bodies and good for their souls." - Franklin D. Roosevelt