The sky, the woods and the moss

The sky, the woods and the moss

The green, mossy carpet caught my attention from the corner of my eye.

It is so much brighter than the rest of this winter woods. Too tempting to walk past without a closer look. Stepping off the path, I find an open patch among the trees.

Lying down seems the natural thing to do now. It's a cold day, but lying here I don't feel cold. Nor wet. The moss mattress insulates me from the chill and the damp.

I look up and see the opposite. Under me is vibrant colour. Above me is plain; just white. A cloudy sky. Broken only by the seemingly black, barren branches of the leafless canopy.

The wind is blowing now, and the branches swaying. Its hard to notice their swaying at first, but once I do I see nothing else. My mind clears. It's hypnotic: back and forth,, back and forth, in an elliptical pattern.

I feel calm and content. I could lie here forever. I stare for some time.

I look down around me again and am shocked at the green - momentarily, I had forgotten where I was. Then I relax. I realise I don't need to be anywhere else. I can only be where I am. With this thought, I lie my head back again on the mossy pillow and enjoy it some more.

Thunder and Lightning

Thunder and Lightning