A hike in the forest, following a narrow path leading you to places you have not been before. Breathing in the fresh air, absorbing the energy, feasting your eyes on the fresh green. Wildlife around you, listening to the birds. Taking it all in.
A beautiful day indeed.
While I’m out there I can’t help listening to the leaves, branches, entire trees moving in the wind. It makes me think of all the places I have been. The wind was always there too. Sometimes in strong gales, a storm, sometimes only like a gently blow on your neck. Sometimes hot, sometimes chilly and sometimes just right.
For me it always tells a story. Just like water.
It travels our planet, passes through countries, touches everything. Imagine it could actually tell the story of it’s journey.
I close my eyes and feel the wind in my face. And I connect. Not only with myself but with my past. All the moments I have felt the wind in my face before. All the special memories I have. And I know I will stand there, with my eyes closes, feeling the wind on my face and in my hair many more times. Creating memories. Listening to the branches, the leaves and even the trees moving in the wind. And I know I will be part of one of the stories the wind will carry along from now on…
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