Nature’s gift to me
Morning slips between the trees, cool breath of pine and damp earth. No voices but birds clearing their throats, no thoughts loud enough to follow.
Each step and the cool air in my lungs untie a small worry, roots and light showing me where to place my feet. By the time the sun finds my shoulders, the world is quiet…. and so am I.
Posted Jan 7, 2026, 3:03 PM UTC
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