Each step taken beneath the towering silence, leaves whisper secrets of what once was, echoes of murmurs long forgotten. A symphony unfolds, rustling and crackling, a crescendo only nature can compose.
Here the evergreens stand vigil, their roots deep, clinging to earth as if to remind the wanderer that grounding is a choice, a priority, an act of defiance against the pull of abstraction.
The air is heavy with a gravity I cannot name, not of physics but of thoughts unwinding like vines, entangling the heart in introspection. With every breath, I inhale shared memories, exhale the burdens of solitude.
Reflections
- The rustle of leaves: a conversation with the past.
- Beneath the sun's gentle caress, fears evaporate like morning mist.
- Do trees dream of what lies beyond their canopy?
Emotions traverse this woodland, invisible yet palpable, as if the path ahead is woven with threads of joy, sorrow, hope, and despair. I walk, knowing the forest mirrors my innermost landscape, each shadow a glimpse of what I hide and what I yearn to reveal.
Finally, I see the light breaking through the thicket, a promise of clarity, a lingering invitation to continue this journey, not just through the forest, but within the self.
As I pause, the silence grows louder, the crescendo reaches its zenith, and in that moment, I am both lost and found.
Through the Cascade Shimmering Dawn