There’s a cool breeze blowing down the river today. It’s incredibly peaceful at the Big Old Tree. There’s some fishing line tangled in one of the lower branches over the river. A long piece is hanging down and blowing gently in the breeze.
Sometimes when I sit still, it’s like I can suddenly feel so much more. Like there’s so much more than I was aware of before. There’s more in the air, in the sound of the wind through the leaves, in the way that the birds and butterflies flit around me. I can feel it. Whatever it is. But I can’t put words to it. I can’t explain what it is that I’m feeling other than saying it just feels like there is so much more to this than what we can see and hear in the world around us. I wish I could describe it.
— Catherine