Sounds fill my heart on an early morning walk through the swamp. Buzziness and pleasure combines the mind. Man is part of this world and our marks on nature keep pace with the birds and fishery. Have I changed so much, or is it the world-changing. Are my ailments universal or is it just a personal state of being. The wounds and healings arrive simultaneously and it is my choosing of which to adhere to first – or none, leave it and observe the slowness in me.
Pure nature, no alterations made..