At the risk of sounding like a crazy hippy, I love trees.
Have you ever done a bit of tree hugging? No? Shhh. Give it a go. Trees love it.
A dawn walk through woods, hands grazing branches, breathing in deeply that smell, natural, knowledge, time. A tree sees and absorbs and knows.
If you need a break and don’t mind looking a bit of a fruit, go find a tree. Lean back against it. Close your eyes. Feel protected. Look up through the leaves, through the branches, different shades of green and brown and rustling and movement. Close your eyes. Share your space.
Time slows down amongst trees. In the woods, the bustle is dampened, the breeze muted, the animal calls soft, distant, even though just a few feet away. A magical place. Light slants, glows, golden, highlighting logs, moss, branches.