The Road Not Taken

I decided to explore the Morris Woods behind the English House. When I first got there, I was confused because I couldn't locate a clear trail like I was expecting. After searching and walking around for about ten minutes, I decided to just explore the overgrown brush and make my own trail. After treking through crunchy fallen leaves and climbing through branches and twigs, I found a small, makeshift trail. I could tell that a few people had been back there, but not many. Finally I found the bench and the plaque, and I sat. I noticed the periodic silence, when there wasn't a car driving by on the nearby road. I noticed the load crunching sound when a squirrel would run by on the leaves. I noticed the wind blowing the bare tree branches and redistributing the fallen leaves. I noticed peace and solitude.