Foxes, be Fleet of Foot in the Ragged Wood…

The mountains are calling me home…yet sending strength to me even whilst I spend my days on the most crowded Island in the world.  Flowing with the Zen of my city life…

I am breathing in the exhalations of trees,

first air at first light

brown, Spongy and damp leaf covered ground

hidden Humming cicadas

busy birds flitting branches finding feathered friends

me below. still. quiet. listening. dwarfed by trees, dwarfed by skyscrapers.


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