In the Majestic Silence

I lay upon the grass, under the grand oak, the sky woven overhead, a tapestry of clouds, the weight of the world slips away, just for a moment, in the majestic silence of nature.

Each blade of grass sings a hymn unto the sun, vibrations of life, a reminder, we are meant to move, not only through time, but through every green path made.

Let me dwell here for an eternity, in the soft shadows, listening to crickets, as they chirp a serenade of late autumn nights.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac