Chester Woods, Eyota, MN

Monday January 12, 2026 at 3:18 p.m.; 40 degrees feels like 40 with warm sun and mild 8 mph winds

I arrive at Chester Woods feeling mentally preoccupied with the challenges of work. My attention lands first on a milkweed pod skeleton—its hard shell and spikes make me think about fragility and protection. I find a new preoccupation: I’m not wearing the right shoes, the ice trails feel unsafe, I need to to leave now.

As I walk back toward my car, I spot a less icy path leading to the Legacy Trail. Just off the South end of the trail loop, a rock catches my eye as a potential spot to pause. Arriving at the rock, its pitted, cratered surface and gravel-dust color leave me uninspired. 
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I force myself to sit and linger anyway. Within seconds of sitting, the rock reveals a sparkle of quartz along the edges getting sun. I soften into the moment: the breeze on my skin, the warmth of the sun, the glittering rocks and snow, the rustle of grasses and leaves. Presence finally arrives.

I leave with a quiet reminder: mental clutter often hides life's sparkle. Today, after a little extra time, effort, and discomfort, I was able to see more clearly and carry a spark of beauty into my evening.