Cottonwood Spring is a 5 minute drive from the ranger station, and a fun nook to walk along. The trail itself was quiet, but the palms were not. They were dense and shaggy, hunched like sentinels in dusty regal robes.
The spring still feeds the land like it always has, attracting wildlife in search of respite. The rocks here are pale and sun-split, with the silence having a gravity to it. It’s the kind of spot that doesn’t need an audience.
The palms look almost unkempt, chaotic, but they’re exactly where they should be: rooted, fed, and flourishing. Maybe it’s not about tidying things up all the time. Maybe growth is meant to be rough-edged, with clear artifacts of change.