“Where the Forest Ends”
Some places ask for attention.
Others ask for stillness.
The forest held the last of the day’s light, offering shelter, shadow, and space to wander without direction. There was no destination at first, only the quiet rhythm of moving forward.
Eventually the trees gave way to the shoreline. The wind carried the salt of the ocean, and the world seemed to widen. What began as observation became presence.
This is a story about that small transition — from cover to openness, from thought to feeling, from the shelter of the woods to the horizon beyond.
