The soft hum of sleeping forests, growing to twittering conversations, jubilant squawks of realisation, realisation of the beauty of the world, the immeasurable, insurmountable amount of pure joy, springing from the morning of the land.
Sunset, the hazy line of iridescence slowly succumbing to the inevitable fold of night.
The sky a painting, the impassive black canvas of night splotched with stars, each holding new worlds, and mysteries in the immesaurable depths of the Universe.
The calm night safe, dark, warm, the musky scent of the earth more intricate, the draughs of cold welcome, a flurry of life, sand, snow, dirt, each holding a different story as it seems to float near you, reaching out to you, the distant calls never forgotten, as the are whisked away into the cimmerian sky.
Realisation too overwhelming, gasping in the unfathomable beauty and exuberance, closing your eyes, breathing, breathing, each breath a new and wonderful thing, measuring each moment, reveling in the insurmountable happiness swelling up inside, then smiling, at the Beauty of this world.
« return.