Green Ceiling
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.
I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth.
We all have our places we cherish, the ones where time comes as close to standing still as it ever will. Visit with those places often and soak up the aura you came to find.…
It’s a beautiful day! The air is crisp and clean. Seeking a shaded tree on which I wish to lean. Wishing I was in the woods north, not near. Right beside a babbling brook…