Slowly my feet move one after another, gradually taking me to the place I need to be. The place that will let me feel and stop my pain; for now.
A small ramp, a slippery slope. A gentle, cool mist settling in the midst of the warm air. Icy winter sun settling on my shoulders spreading through the trees as I look for the clearing. Finding that special place is always just as wonderful as the first time was.
Gentle sounds: pencil on paper, quiet music setting a beat in my bones as I walk. Occasional mutterings of memories; a safe place if there ever was one. With each step, each beat, emotion builds in my through and eyes. Heavy in the serene beauty of sunlight through the trees.
Every detail: each leaf, twig, insect, grain of soil, glisten of light, blade of grass, patch of moss, shapely shadow. Each detail captures me, makes me linger a little longer; take it all in.
The trees thinned, the golden glow of our place glowed through. A glimmering gold through the browns and greens and reds of the coming winter; there it was. Magical. The space stretched out in front of me, pointing me in the right direction...
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