A Simple Morning
Today was a departure day. Breakfast was bread, coffee, and milk. Simple, light, and just enough for me now.
I noticed how my habits have changed. I no longer feel the need to eat a large amount like I once did. A small meal feels right for the rhythm of my journey.
Planting with the Community
After breakfast, I joined a local planting event nearby. On the way there, I was told about the names and characteristics of different trees.
It reminded me that even the plants we usually pass without noticing all have names and roles. Knowing that changes the way I see them.
At the site, about fifteen people had gathered—of all different ages. Together, we planted small trees and plants.
It wasn’t my first time planting, but each time I do it with my own hands, my perspective shifts. I begin to notice the grass and trees along the roadside. I pay attention to the places I once would have stepped on without thinking.
Most of the participants were volunteers, from children to older adults. Seeing them made me realize that it is because of such people that the local environment is cared for and preserved.
When the event ended, I walked back while listening to more stories about plants.
Saying Goodbye
It was also my last day staying at this house. I had already left a letter the day before, so this time I simply said, “Thank you.” Those words alone felt like enough.
By 2 p.m., I set off. First, I stopped at a supermarket since I had no food. I bought oatmeal and carrots—they were cheap, and I figured I would find a way to use them.
I also realized again how traveling with a trailer changes small things, even how I park my bicycle. Small adjustments, but they affect the way I move and act.
