I walk alone through the lovely deep wood. The wood talks to me as the wind blows through the trees. Waves of the pacific ocean lash the beach by the wood. A lazy sunday morning unfolds. A father and son ride their bikes on the trail. I walk alone, both hands tucked in my trouser pocket. A freezing morning five degree unfolds outside. Rings of misty condensed air blow out of my mouth.
Morning sun dances on the waves
Dews on the blade of grass in this autumn morning glow like sun
The ocean breeze connects me to the world
