A BLIND MAN'S TRAIL THROUGH THE PINELANDS

The humid air swelled heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a deliberate journey, guided here by the echo of his cane tapping against the forest floor. His eyes, though closed, were intensely aware of the world around him, a tapestry woven from sound and texture. The whispers through the leaves, the rustle over unseen creature