As I trudged through the forest with my faithful dog Jake by my side, the storm raging around us, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the surreal scene unfolding before our eyes. The wind was whipping through the trees, causing the forest floor to undulate and writhe like a living thing. It was as if the very earth itself was breathing deeply, exhaling a mighty sigh that rustled the leaves and sent twigs scattering.
I captured the moment on video, the footage showing Jake running towards the ground as it lifted into the air, his paws scrabbling at the sudden tilt of the earth beneath him. And then, in a strange sort of rhythm, the forest floor would dip and rise again, like a slow-motion wave crashing over us. Jake, sensing the excitement in the air, let out a joyful yelp and redoubled his pace, his tail wagging furiously as we bounded through the blustery forest.
The storm was intense, but somehow the strangeness of it all left us feeling oddly calm, as if we were the only ones in on a secret joke. Behind us and to the side, the worst of the storm had already passed, leaving a sense of relative tranquility in its wake. But here, in this little pocket of wind-tossed woods, we were caught up in a world of wonder, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be bending and twisting in ways we couldn’t quite explain.
As I wrote in my Instagram post, “The woods were moving like the sea this morning.” It was a moment of pure magic, one that left me feeling breathless and awestruck, trying to make sense of the strange, thrilling beauty of it all. And as I watched Jake running through the waves of grass, his ears flapping in the wind, I knew that this was a memory I would treasure for a long, long time.