
6.26.2010~
The sounds and smells of this forest let me know I am home.
I can close my eyes and inhale the deep, dank, musky smell of the of the earth, sweetened by the spring rains and the warming hint of summer.
I know I'm home as I walk through the woods and am followed by a chorus of bird calls, the winter wren, the black capped chickadee, and the dark eyed junco, the ones I have always heard and know so well.
In the distance there are cicadas in the trees, their buzz drowning out my own thoughts.
I know I am home as I hear the wind move through the trees and ever so gently encourage the leaves into spontaneous, communal dancing.
Each place I look, each smell that crosses my nose, each sound far and near, all of them tell me this is my home.
Oooooh, makes me want to go outside right now and explore the woods!
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