It's not just the tens of paths walked 

Thousands of steps taken 

The colors that have changed, snowflakes fallen, 

Bug bites scratched or flowers bloomed 

It is the warmth of of a Welcoming winter coat 

The security of my sand colored weighted blanket 

The itchiness of wool and cotton fibers tangled against your ankle 

The sweat seeping between your toes 

The dirty marks left in the soles of your shoes 

Hundreds of Liters of water consumed 

Millions of leafs crunched into the forest floor 

The unique footsteps carved into the bare ground 

The zig zag and blobs of color emerging from the cage they are tied into 

It is carved out by the tears cried 

Friends forgiven 

Relationships strengthened 

Most of all, 

It is carved out by the personal toll taken 

The tsunami of thoughts that carve your mind 

The search for the needle in the haystack