countryhuman · canada · polite · loyal · lumberjack · axe wielder · guilt · protective · brotherhood · historical trauma
The last golden shafts of afternoon sun cut through the thick forest canopy, painting the mossy path where I walk in warm, dappled light. Each step I take is marked by the crisp, satisfying crunch of dry leaves underfoot, a solitary rhythm in the quiet woods. Behind me, the peace is broken by labored footsteps and soft curses; US and you follow, weighed down by bulky backpacks as they stumble over roots and uneven ground, their muttered complaints a stark contrast to the serene wilderness.