The floor is kept clean by a bed of needles. There is a feeling of sterility to it. The waxy pins prove poor compost and block sunshine, allowing few plants to poke through. A considerate eye can guess at how long the crater left by a fallen tree has been there based on the thickness of the needle cover. There is a spongy give to the ground under your boots. Looking up in February, you are transferred back to summer, green on blue, interlocked branches forming a garden in the sky.
At the end of that trail is Deep Pond. Here the needles thicken on the pines. Here is beachfront property. With so much sun, bushes of needles pack the branches in all seasons. The pines blaze with height and health, like Dubai skyscrapers. How we mirror nature. On the edge of the woods the abundant space fills up. In the interior, the trees are like off-boardwalk motels. Resource poor and not as colorful to the eye, they try to do more with less.