Seasons and Horizons

I was walking a trail just outside Frederick, Maryland.

There was a cannon sitting out in the field.

The sun was dropping behind it.

Just open land, quiet paths, a loop maybe a mile and a half.

I passed a couple girls on the trail.
We exchanged a few words, nothing deep.

One of them said something that stuck.

She said, “I don’t really come out here much. It’s a battlefield.”

At the time, I didn’t think much of it.
I was just there to walk.

Later, I realized she was being literal.

It was a battlefield.

Real ground.
Real history.
Real conflict that happened right where I was standing.

And I didn’t feel any of it.

No tension.
No heaviness.
No sense of anything unresolved.

Just quiet.

That’s what stood out to me.

There was a time I carried my own battles everywhere.

Didn’t matter where I was—
there was always something unfinished, something pulling at me, something I needed to fix or figure out.

Even peaceful places didn’t feel peaceful.

They just felt like pauses between problems.

But somewhere along the way, that changed.

Not all at once.
Not with some big moment.

Just slowly.

Less reacting.
More clarity.
Better boundaries.
Fewer things that needed my attention.

Until one day, I’m standing on a battlefield…
and it just feels like a place to walk.

That’s when you know something shifted.

The ground didn’t change.

I did.

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Continue the journey:

Start here: The Day I Stopped Chasing Previous: The Moment I Didn’t Go Back

Next: Simple Places Still Speak

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