Forest Harmony

I enter a quiet forest, a realm of stillness, where everything holds its breath, waiting for me to pass.

The leaves rustle softly, a gentle harmony, as if in conversation with the wind, speaking the language of life, understanding the pulse of each moment.

Step by step, I feel the grasp of the trees, the embrace of the earth, reminding me of my roots, of what sustains, of the glory lost in the rush of it all.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac