I’ve been coming here for over five years. To run, to think,
to play with the girls (they hunt for fairies) to observe, and breathe. Here’s
a secret: I believe the forest is alive. I believe it can recognize me. The
trees are silent but if you listen closely there are forest sounds – everything
is moving, changing, reshaping, growing, dying, regenerating… watching and
listening back. This place is now familiar. It smells like water and dirt and
mushrooms and green mysterious things. I’ve come here in the brand new misty
morning light, when everything is fresh and just waking up. I’ve come in the
deep purpley twilight, when the shadows start to darken. There are subtle
changes each time I’m here… I fill my lungs with the air that is different than
regular air… I clear my mind and come back onto the concrete refreshed. It
sustains my happiness.
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