When I finally get myself under control I get to my feet and brush the moisture off my cheeks.
My feet are sluggish as I skid down the embankment and continue to follow the white blazes on the trees.
I look down at my feet as I jump over rocks and fallen trees.
I pass the break in the trail that leads up to the shelter they set up for campers and just keep walking.
If I had looked up I would have seen her.
But I didn't.
I just kept walking.
Trying to forget.
Trying to come to terms.