I stand in the forest,
take a breath, listen. For nothing in particular.
Just drinking in the
forestness.
I walk without thinking, just watching the trees and the path
underfoot
and the canopy and the sky and the sun's light and the wildlife
patterns. Just the essence of life, here in the woods.
Dante does this too. While I'm walking or
stopped and soaking.
He stands there, looking and listening and smelling.
Quiet. At peace.
On a visit, soaking up the sights sounds smells feel tastes of
this land.
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