Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The pale glow filtered through the ancient pines, casting long stripes across the path. My cane tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that calmed my senses as I stepped deeper into the enchanting heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this unexpected journey.