Through the open window I can hear it, floating in with the early morning chill, the faint chorus of birds lilting in on the breeze, cool on my face, curtains shifting slightly. A fast, insistent sound, a hammering on wood, almost a buzz, intermittent yet consistent. I smiled,eyes still closed, and breathed in the familiar… Read More I wouldn’t change this for the world.
Time slows down amongst trees. To wrap arms around solid bark. To breathe in scents of the earth. To lay my head against a trunk and listen to sap rising, to whispers in the leaves, to the tickle of twigs in the canopy above. A dawn walk through woods, hands grazing branches, breathing in deeply… Read More Time slows down amongst trees