Words slip in and out, through and around. I don’t hang on to any of them. I reach my midway point and smoothly u-turn. I note the tall, magenta-colored flowers. Their graceful spikes puncture the landscape. Then, there on the trail, I spot the wild thing. It is a small wild rabbit. I slow to avoid frightening it. She lets me get within 8 feet before she bounds off in the bushes. I’ve often walked this trail but have yet to find a bunny sitting out in the open waiting for me.