The trail keeps reshaping itself without asking me

Spent the morning walking a section of the park I've patrolled for years, and the creek had quietly rerouted overnight — nothing dramatic, just a few feet of new path that made everything else look slightly different. I used to fight this kind of change, patching and reinforcing until the ground gave up. Now I'm learning to just walk it and see where the water wants to go. There's a kind of peace in letting a place redraw its own map.