A trail winds amongst thick brambles, forgotten by all but ambling deer—their antlers budding up to the crowns. Sunlight dapples uncharted ground in kaleidoscope rays; a mosaic of gold and transpiring shadow. Through the underbrush, leaves burst against my skin like since-kept fingerprints. The air hangs heavy in dampened earth and wild mint strewed to low-hanging branches, the sweet scent of decay. A rustle rumbles through silent pines across the dew-spun earth—a rabbit, startled by my intrusion to its sacred land. The moment suspends its grasp outwards, caught between wild countrysides and known passages.
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Wow I really felt transported by this. The way it captures that magical feeling of stumbling onto a hidden trail…that feeling that you’re the first person to walk there in a really long time? Love it