Calm
The placid calm of an abandoned hillside now made resident by my soft side I have taken up these rolling hills as my cape I drape it over my shoulders to warm my spirit against a cold dark world that has sent me into the wilderness to remember my origin story to bathe in the forest air… to watch the golden light set fire to the pond which sears the sun into my eyes emblazoning the path to eternity into my soul and kisses me with hope that the darkness can be killed by the light and make the dark whole and holy instead of dangerous and vicious it's delicious to consume the sweet love of my family as we spend some time in the woods