Tonight I will roam the forests again…in my dreams…drinking it all in. The sounds, the light, the smells and the very presence of the forest. That sense of peace and calm…as a thousand silent eyes watch you pass them by. It’s as if you’re worshipping in a pagan church of nature. The overwhelming sense of its beauty. Walking on the dusty, uneven earth and being grounded and healed, as you wind your way deeper into the trees.. Alone and so very vulnerable in a vast forest,…but safe.
You really should head back, but what lies around this next corner? You must take a look.
Memories are made of things, such as this.
Goodnight all and thanks for dropping by. I’ll be back tomorrow. Right now I need to walk in the forests again, in my dreams..
Until the next time.
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