Ottawa's Festival of Ideas Since 1997

Flaring Forest

As I rustled through the fallen leaves, I could hear the birds chirping in the bushes. I was getting closer. I could hear the water flowing down the rocky stream. So as I walked though the woods, I took a deep breath and absorbed the fresh air like a sponge. I finally got to the stream, I took off my oh-so-comfy socks and crocs and dipped my tiny toes in the freezing water, because that's what I did. The minnows, ready for winter, nibbled on my toes, eating all the stress and digesting it into happy, warm, thought, heating me up on the chilly fall day.