frolicingintheforest:

Nestled among the pines, we made our beds for the night. Time moves slow out here, I breathed in the last moments of sunset laced with the aroma of evergreens, waiting patiently for the arrival of a million stars. Chilly air, but our fire was warm. Our hearts were at peace, and in these simple moments, we know our place, where we belong. Out here, in the wilderness, among the twisted pines, sculpted by years of relentless wind and elements. I too am resilient, my roots are bound in this sandy soil. Here, I grow.