finding forest

the smell of untainted air that lingers on your clothes after you've left. huge ancient spirits hovering over you, dropping their skin and leaves onto the floor and your shoulders. The bits of sun that creep through the gaps in branches and caress your face with gentle light. the Golds, chartreuse, evergreen, sepia, richness of all of the natural colors and subtleties nearly impossible to recreate. invigorating rush running through the crunching leaves and inhaling nature. You feel like a wood sprite. Wishing to live in the flowers, to wrap the petals around your body like a sleeping bad at night. going into the city is practically devastating after showering in the sweet natural setting.