I sit silently as the wind kisses my face. The sparrows dance in the sky above to the song of the red-winged blackbird. I breathe. The fresh spring air fills my lungs with new life, and hope.
I run my fingers through the soft green grass, as the dragonflies flirt with the brim of my cap and the bumble bee buzzes by.
This is my world .
Although I was not able to get out hunting or fishing this weekend, a quiet walk along a nearby brook was enough to feed my soul.
What fuels your spirit when you are unable to get away?