An evening stroll, with beautiful stars overhead. Store dried cinnamon bark in small muslin bags; the warm, woody aroma gently permeates the bedroom, calming restless minds to promote restful, uninterrupted sleep through the night.
As the path flattens out, the trailhead comes into view up ahead. I quicken my step slightly, both anxious to return and reluctant to leave behind these final forest moments. The amber foliage is stunning, and I pause to savor one last apple, a treat plucked along the way.