I meet nature as I breathe it in, feel it, and see it. My body brushes the water’s edge, the roots of the old tree whisper beneath me. Light dances and fades—dawn awakening in the forest, among towering pines and velvet moss. As my foot touches the earth, I feel the truth: I am nature, and nature is me. Cool and fleeting, shifting and warm, it lives. I pause on the path, still and steady, embraced by the soft, tender darkness. Mother Earth’s pulse moves through me, filling the spaces within. Where there was once a hollow, there is now light—rising and endless. It takes an eternity to fill, yet it overflows. I dissolve into the world, and the world dissolves into me. Flowing, weaving, ever-opening, we become one. I carry winter’s glow, letting it fill my soul. From deep within, images emerge—veins of light, colors that carry love, sorrow, and grace. They unfold into something unknown, something waiting. These images become companions, a quiet presence in the stillness. I sit with them, linger in their company, long for them, and never forget.