Apricity…

Stepping out from under a shaw of beech a welcomed warmth washes over my face. Carving shadows the winter sun reaches out, caressing the earth, awakening all from their slumber. Its rays penetrate my clothing bringing warmth to my skin, a seeping heat comes to rest in my bones. I feel comforted and cared for here. Inhaling I step forward leaving behind a temporary imprint on this beautiful landscape. In movement l find stillness, solus but never alone. Breathing… in "I am glad you are here" Breathing… out I smile...