Another beautiful day

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.