Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The sun filtered through the ancient pines, casting long stripes across the path. My cane tapped lightly against the soft earth, a click here rhythm that calmed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. A