Time slows here. Now I can hear a bird’s song, a squirrel’s scramble and the break of the branches as a deer passes. I can smell the bark and sap and dirt, and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, cooled by a slow breeze. Here I can gaze up and watch the light dancing on the rippling leaves, and that is why here is where I want to be.
Blue Lake Springs, Arnold, California