“I’m hungry.” “I’m starving.” “I could eat a [insert large animal of choice to maximize comic effect here].”
We all say such things without thinking. It’s small talk, cultural shorthand, a complaint tossed off when none is particularly necessary, like condemning the weather or disparaging school or work.
Lately, though, I wonder if I have ever really, truly felt hungry in my adult life?
A series of torrential rains have changed our trail conditions recently.
Most of our main trail has been established for more than 30 years now. The passage of so many people over the years compacted the soil until one can tell immediately that one has stepped off the established path by the change in the density of the forest floor underfoot.
What makes the weather noteworthy is that this condition has changed.
