clarity is fleeting

i never find more clarity then when i am in nature
the car and cell phone forsaken
stress and sadness forgotten
just me the trees and their leaves
the brittle air fills my lungs
and as i exhale
a thin vapor leaves my mouth
and spirals into nothingness
the silence that surrounds me
is broken only by the occasional
flutter of birds wings and the constant
steady falling of water onto cold stone

clarity is fleeting

well enough of that hubbub
this is a photo blog
St Pete’s and French creek