The Knack
I duck and weave my way through brush and undergrowth, between old hemlocks and pines. I feel a wave push me onward as I seek the source of this feeling in my chest, urging me toward some hidden source. I know this has worked for me before, this knack for finding, for revealing. I used to apply this craft often, in the times of my youth when my awakening was fresh and new. It once seemed so effortless. Now I doubt myself, wondering if this has all been in my head. Have I lost my mind to this fantasy? Luck might have assisted me before more often than I wanted to admit. But now, I wonder if this is all folly, if I am just playing the fool and wandering aimlessly. But as I crest the next ridge I feel it pull again, stronger now. The feeling in my chest explodes in excitement as I rush forward, hunting, preying.