Morning mist hangs low across the mountains, dew gathers upon grass like scattered crystal beads. Fingers brush ferns heavy with moisture, each touch alive with texture & sensation. The scent of eucalyptus rises warm beneath the growing sun while distant birds echo through valleys untouched by noise. To wander through such places is to dissolve the hard edges carried within the #mind. The #body softens into the landscape until there is no boundary between #awareness & the living earth itself