I have dreams of the forest which nearly bring me to tears.
I can see them, the trees misty in an autumnal fog.
Hunter green and the scent of earth, an air like no other.
I feel no loneliness.
A blanket of leaves, a crown of branches, fallen feathers.
My finger tips run along moss and bark.
Bare feet against moist earth.
(all photos are Flickr sourced)