Woods smothered in a haze of smoke, path inlaid with ringlets of grass, each manicured into its own shape. Birds bowed each taking their own way through the freedom of sky's that no human can enter with a will of their own. To take off from ground without a box,or cage would be a glorious of moments, but a childs dream that undertakes a play that can never be quenched. The leaves still glazed with the early due drops of ice, dancing with light, seem almost forced as if knowing that time will go by without thought, and each beautiful unique system of life will blanket the forest floor, awaiting the next bout of rain to turn colour into dripping black ink. Through the thicket of trees a upright stone stands at a slight angle of sight, it seems ragged and undeceive of why it is there, what its purpose is. Cold to touch, rough to handle but yet magnificent as you think of the animals that have surrounded it, the human hands that have quarried it many years before. Trees that now hide it from view to yet protect and preserve it from the on coming storms that may pollute the air, do this with a hint of care.
Seeing this beyond me, gave me a singular feeling that I have just seen or felt my lot in life. That something is changing or changed inside of me, and will always fill me up with that memory, linked with a crossing of paths, a little loss, and yet a vast steaming cup of darting freeness.