I got up early.

Early enough to see the last bit of golden shine kiss the tree’s edges.

Early enough to hear the hum and chatter of birds communicating.

Their little bodies still silhouetted on the branches.

Everything is still.

No bush or blade of green shiver.

Just peace.

Wafting… Rolling… Peace…

It makes me want to eat blackberries while bathing in sunshine.

Or walk wild flower fields with Katariina.

It makes me want to camp among boulders and builds fires with my love.

It makes me feel at home.

This stillness.

Like I can do ANYthing.

Like I was made FOR that anything.