To step outside and smell
the pine-scented air...
to inhale the cool wind that
caresses my face and sweeps
up my hair into a wild mess...
to look up and see a beautiful
host of sparkling stars looking down...
to hear the sound of silence
and in the distance, the occasional
hooting of an owl from the wild
forest beyond...
to gaze at the lone, wild cherry tree --
a vision and a dream
through all seasons...
to watch the sun set in
beautiful shades of warm orange andgold on the forest across the valley...
to feel the exhilaration and rush
of an approaching storm...
to observe and encounter the wild --
both flora and fauna...
to feel alive, to feel free...
to be at home.
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