It's a gift - being out here like this.
In fog. In quiet. In peace.
No voices talking.
No news reporting.
It's a relief to just be.
To breathe. To feel. To wander without having to wonder.
In the fog - I can't see.
Winter birds are calling.
I can't identify them. I don't recognize these sounds .
Are they new? Or have I heard them before?
The cows search only for what to eat.
Survival. That's all they know. It's all they need.
One girl looks up at me.
Curious....and without question.
She knows. What a gift this is.
The earth that feeds her. The sky. The air.
In this beautiful moment.
My only wish is.