There once was a day - it feels like so long ago - when I rose with the sun and hiked through woods crowded with mists. I close my eyes today and I can remember it like it was yesterday...
The damp air dances at the back of my throat, the music of the wet leaves resisting the morning breeze's urgings to wake, the snap of branches overhead as the squirrels run along my path. I remember a silence that I could smell. It was everywhere and in everything... Tasting like my love's kiss. Like a time long past; telling stories of wars I have never seen and lives it has watched pass by. A silence that only an old wood can sing.
I can remember... a remnant of a memory almost forgotten. And my eyes blur with their own mists as the taste of the sea touches my lips. Will I ever be home again?
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