I could hear them through my smell.
Walking through a canopy of trees
I stumbled into their conversation
Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud.
Greeting one another.
One yawning, ready for rest
Nodding wearily
The other smiling Ready to burst after a long meditation.
Spring blanketed in winter’s arms.
A nod of thanks.
Humbleness lingered in the air
One cannot be without the other.
If air could smile
At that moment it did
Deep numinous gratitude.
Welcome to Wonder 