my best friend and i have been remembering the days we spent at a magical place down south in the summer. we slept over in a yurt at shadow woods and listened to owls tu-whit and tu-whoo as the dawn crept in and we became delirious with illness.
i watched our barn owl encircle a field with a horse in it as the rain lashed down and a family of field mice scurried underneath the slowly turning season's leaves.
i saw my first ever damson fly and i remembered oak trees from my past.
we will go back there and explore to our heart's content.
i'm sure of it.
