Echoes in the Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long stripes across the path. My cane tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this unexpected journey. A