Inspired by a forest bath, stepping into the hush and otherworldly beauty of the woods, no phone, no camera, no ruminating, just the whispering of leaves, a harmony of purple finches, a breeze, a mist, hair stuck to damp cheeks, enveloped in the quiet sensory contributions of flowers, the therapy of the trees, the smell of the plants, citrus, mulberry, mint, vanilla, honey, an earthy moss, a creek and a sway, a flutter of tiny butterflies, a respectful exchange, a calming of the soul. If in the end we only conserve what we love, we should each of us be wasting time falling in love in the trees.
