I mean lost. Turning in circles, ‘wait I’ve been here already’, wondering if I should try climbing a tree, ‘how’d this happen?’ lost. Just me and the fungi.
This all happened within, oh, maybe 30 minutes walk from my front door. Where I have lived for seven plus years. Just off a path I’ve trodden countless times. I mean, directionless wandering through the bush is something I never really grew out of anyways, but I usually possess some sense of direction throughout it. Not today.
No bother. Truth is, I’m grateful for the misadventure. Berries will do that on Sundays, sometimes.