Post Number: 14
|Posted on Monday, April 3, 2017 - 4:19 pm: ||
Here's a short but sweet story about a trip we took last spring to Clearwater Lake, Temagami:
Warm air wafts in pockets around my body: hot and close, then cool and green—air conditioned by the surrounding forest. The air is different here. Softer. I catch it’s sweet, pine-needle scent as it smooths past my skin. The sounds are different too: richer, deeper, quiet but far from silent. Wind hushes through the tops of the trees, waves lap and slap against the smooth rock shore, a hermit thrush punctures the lazy air with her song. The land sighs in contentment.
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