Turn around, cast your eyes in my shadow. Dance around within it, next to it, with it. Together we are wonderfully one.
Wind stops for us as we perform.
The wood’s little critters and creatures smile at our dance. The brown bark smells like moist coldness, the green leaves are beautiful
And the night air grasps like a blanket of water – but the warmth of the fire rubs onto our faces, legs and all.
And I wonder, standing here. If only life was like this – whatever this is.
Stu
— Post From My iPhone