The steady rush of mountain creeks guiding us along almost invisible paths that shimmer slightly overhead The two of us tumbling through tall untamable grasses growing as wild and free as we hoped to be
The wide eyed wonder of youthful innocence as we take in the majesty of obscured sunlight gracing the thick overgrowth of the forest floor The trees trembling as they share whispered secrets people have long forgotten
The two of us here Where there is only the simplicity of tradition immemorial upholding our primitive dreams Perfection contained in a vanishing instant Ancient testimony that there is more than just what is seen That in the end We are never alone