NGL though sitting under a tree and watching the clouds drift by in this state is pretty nice
It’s like I shift into a different gear.
The chaos in my head falls silent.
The cool of the shade I’m sitting in, the whisper of the wind in the grass and leaves, the chill of the grass on my skin and the soft caress of the wind in my hair, the soft smells of earth and damp moss, the sight of the clouds twisting upon themselves.
The clouds dancing to the sounds of the wind.
It’s a moment of peace before something pulls me back.
NGL though sitting under a tree and watching the clouds drift by in this state is pretty nice
It’s like I shift into a different gear.
The chaos in my head falls silent.
The cool of the shade I’m sitting in, the whisper of the wind in the grass and leaves, the chill of the grass on my skin and the soft caress of the wind in my hair, the soft smells of earth and damp moss, the sight of the clouds twisting upon themselves.
The clouds dancing to the sounds of the wind.
It’s a moment of peace before something pulls me back.