chalkboard at the postcard inn, st pete's beach, florida
As much as I love the beach ~ the sun, the warm water, the aquatic wildlife ~ my peace is with the shady filled woods, its hidden creatures and complex growing things. I love the seasons and the changing greens. I like wearing sweaters in the evening and not worrying about the sun, picnics on swathes of soft limp grass, and dew falling. I like the star fields over treetops full of little fresh oak leaves, and the quality of breathable light being bounced around the forest.
There is a fullness to the woods, to trees whispering, to sound when there is no sea.
We're going camping overnight tonight, the first of the year.