The forest breathes.
I step off the pavement onto the soft baby bottom of the trail. Surrounding me is water suspended in leafy reservoirs, chlorophyll pulsing through every fiber. The mild start gives way to a strenuous climb – then flattens out again. Trails scurry to and fro, busily creating diversions everywhere.
Two same-sex bundles of tan muscle tone and aviator glasses sprint by, a Weimaraner in front and cologne in tow, trailing far behind. Father-and-son mountain bikes groan across rocks and roots, on the way to their future. Girly feet find their way along uneven surfaces.
A squirrel bursts with sudden energy along a ledge, a lofty bridge of bark suspended overhead. Boulders brag about their size as they dwarf passers-by, and the view along the ridge, a cunning robber, takes off with my breath tucked under its arm.
I catch it in time and suck in the life-giving force infused with emerald and jade. The forest breathes.
I breathe.
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I love this--especially these parts:
"..and cologne in tow, trailing far behind. Father-and-son mountain bikes groan across rocks and roots, on the way to their future."
"Boulders brag about their size....and the view along the ridge, a cunning robber, takes off with my breath..."
Great imagery!
Du er en mester med ord H. Jeg facineres av ordbruken din og hvordan du maler bilder i fantasien min. Håper du har det bra.
Sender deg en klem!
Renee: Thank you! I appreciate hearing this... Are you guys coming to T-town any time soon? :)
Micha: Takk! du er alltid så oppmuntrende... Gjør det moro å skrive :) Bra med meg/oss... bedre enn på lenge, for å si det sånn :) Håper alt er bra med deg og dine også. Klem!
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