On the other side of the path, yarrow blooms nodded in synchronized motion with the chirping crickets. I wonder if the other walkers think I’m daft? I'm surrounded by incredible beauty, yet I’m wobbling down the path buried in my phone, texting what's streaming out of my head.

... the point is to bring ourselves back to the moment, back to the present, and away from all the bustle, thinking, and planning.

I was eager to find out what these ancient ones would say. It wasn't the adventure I thought it would be, but the trees did say something.

I couldn't resist making comparisons. Two species of birds were in a tree. Two very different presidential hopefuls were standing in a room.