You see the Sun waiting for you at the horizon.
You feel the warmth flickering over the fields.
It’s a sea of flowers.
You cross the meadow gently like a wave.
You’re standing on a beach, the water is still.
Mist floats around you calmly, reaching for the cloulds.
Everything inside you still, like time itself lost all meaning.
There’s only this moment, clouds wrapped in mist.
Labrador teas and weather-beaten pines whisper to you.
The scent of the mire transcends you to another world.
Cottongrass sways in the wind quietly.
Makes you relax.
Underneath you hand, the bark of trees in a forest.
The trees arch over you to be your roof, your shelter.
You’re quiet, listening, observing.
Primeval forest grants you its eternal wisdom.
The roar of the rapids carries far.
The endless stream carves its path into the landscape.
You’ll push through, go wherever you want.
Your resilience cannot be dampened.