There’s something wrong with the idea of a forest being closed. If we were to go up there right now and take a look around, we’d find that everything was in order. No trees would be stowed away for the season; the flowers would still be bright; the streams would still be following gravity downhill (more or less); sunlight would still be filtering down through the leaves to the floor of the canyons; the cats would still be lurking in the shadows waiting for just the right moment to pounce down and rip our hearts out. You know, the usual stuff is going on up there. Nothing would be different from a month ago when the forest was open. A month or two ago, bikes and picnic lunches and horses were just as likely to spontaneously combust and cause massive fire devastation - actually, more so, since we’ve had a few inches of rain since then, right? But, I guess we can’t be trusted. Sad.
I just want to visit my mountain. I can gaze up at it now and then, but it’s just not the same as being there. So, please open the forest soon.