The feeling lingered in the pit of my stomach this morning as I woke

I missed the woods

the silence

the leaves falling

the birds singing

I wanted to be back nestled up in the warmth of my sleeping bag

a tiny human amidst a great vast of being

working, singing, feeding their purpose within the grand scheme of it all

I am nothing

I am everything.

//

The soil from in between my toes and around my fingers is gone again

goodbye sweet forest

until we meet again.

-m