Impressions of this new land remain with me yet, imprints on my soul and breath – this magical place, with moving winds and shining sands.
The stone circle in the beech forest of old stands tall and steep above the clear stream with its verdant banks and overlapping layers of lichen and moss.
The ever-flowing waters babble about wild adventures while the ancient pillars observe the world surrounding and support the diverse framework of life.
Nightly, raccoon snakes crayfish while in the daylight, titmouse feasts on the swelling buds of the bright maple trees.
Warm sunshine cuts through the cold wind to bolster hearts and harkens spring onto the scene.
A heron provides the final natural reflection as it passes time on end.