Crisp air greets your nose as you step over the threshold onto the decked planks. The fragrance of pine dances on the breeze as you pull your sweater in tight. The waves of the wind echo through the needles far above your head … and your soul opens wide.
Follow the shade until it kisses the sun and feel the warmth of morning. Nestle into chair by smoldering embers. Wrapped in blankets with the stillness only the forest can bring, peace will surround you. If you are patient, even the elk will wander past your gaze in pure grandeur.
“Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.”