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Entering the Forest

I walk into the woods, deep and far. I walk until I feel that if I take one more step, just one final step, I will be lost forever. I have paused between trees—twin pines standing like giants in the dying sun. I fill my lungs with air until my heartbeat pounds for mercy. And then with a screaming release of breath, I exhale concrete buildings. I exhale automatic transmissions. I exhale iron gates and traffic lights. Suddenly there is nothing but forest, and I take one more step.

watercolor sketch of forest

Watercolor sketch on artist trading card