Posts By: soniad
As my feet sink into the wet ground I leave behind the comfort of my home. My skin begins to numb, and I feel suddenly awaken by the ice piercing through my lungs. Dropplets of green air fall onto my skin, I can almost taste the moss, and I am excited, happy. The still white obscurity envelops me, space has finally become visible, stable, still. And so I let it carry me, and suspend me in a vast, reassuring silence. All that is left is my breath dancing with the vapour of the tree. I am no longer here, but I feel everything.