Fragments

We get lured in by the mysterious calm of landscapes, and then, without warning: mind wanders. Curiosity rises. Trust subsides. When out in the wild, my first thought is often: This is exactly where I want to be. Pure contentment. A few steps later, new thoughts: What happened here? What is about to happen here? Is someone watching?

I go to the woods for refuge and solace. To the waters for grounding and release. But this is only a piece of the story. A sliver of the puzzle.

Stillness into movement. Freeze frame. How can we be enraptured by nature, and feel an eerie undercurrent at the same place and time?