A return journey on the same path can be good. What I missed going in, caught my eye on the way out. A shelf spider web, a diminutive liatris appearing in late summer when conditions are more hospitable, a reflection of the setting sun on the book of mica tucked into the driftwood stump.
This message as I stroked the owl feather and glanced under the tree by the road where I had found it: “Do not look in the same place for the same thing. Go somewhere else and be alert for something different.”
Time to reflect more.