Pines, the cry.

Nature’s validation; a space to pace, a space to breathe.

She closed her eyes. She shifted, she twirled and this was her moment, a moment that you forget exists. A feeling of calmness waiting to settle in your arms. Open eyes, the rain comes down. Soaked in what she thought was broken, soaked into what she thought was gone. Close eyes, rays shine through, giving us what we need. Her. An energy no one can replace. She grounds herself, settling her roots into this moment.