September  Posted by meg

Even the stones

It’s hard to put into words …
That deep sense of belonging each afternoon as I walk out along the lakes
Down into the pine forest when the light is long.
That smell of pitch and hay and resin.
And the smell of the lichen that’s been warmed all day in the sun.
Every night I lean my face against the boulders just to feel how the heat remains.
Even the stones hold so much light.

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