I woke this morning to the sound of a light rain pattering off the foliage. It was mesmerizing, peaceful, and in no way motivated me to get out of bed.
The precipitation moved off quickly, leaving behind a bright blue sky, gentle breeze and loamy earthiness in the air that left a slightly musky taste on my tongue.
As I looked up into the trees of the surrounding woodlands, the bright sun illuminated the tops of the leaves, while the underneath remained a deeper green. Birdsong, chattering squirrels and other woodland animal calls mixed with the sounds of swaying branches and brushing leaves. It created a soundtrack of nature’s music.
I stood barefoot on the damp moss. A cool breeze hit my skin and offset the sun’s warmth, while the moist soil beneath coated my toes with a dewy layer. It was a golden moment and a celebration of doing nothing but connecting with sound, sight, smell, touch and taste.
I need to do this more; it fills me.
