Breathing in big, tall trees.
I breath in the smell of the wet ground, the trees, leaves fallen from the trees, and I grow taller.
I breath out the city, people, work, and I grow deeper.
I breath in and my heart expands.
I breath out and the weight around it disappears.
The rain runs down my nose. It covers my glasses in raindrops.
I can't see with them, and without them the forest is an impressionist painting.
Without my glasses my hike becomes a practice of feeling rather than one of seeing.
Feeling first, sight second.
So we walk - me feeling, Sappho smelling. And, I can know where she is when I feel instead of look. We are working together.
And, then there is the sense of fall in the forest - it is peaceful and calm.
Death in the forest has a softness to it and a sense of hope and promise.
The trunks of trees meet the ground like elephant feet.
So we walk.