Standing in Forests

Here is a small blurb I wrote last week. Enjoy.

I need to always live in a place where I can stand in forests. Today, I biked down the Interurban Trail towards Larabee State Park in search of a place to read Emerson in the woods. The sun was streaming brilliantly through the trees as I flew through the forest. When I had gone a couple miles into the trees, I stopped for water and realized how exhausted I was. I stood still, looked up, and felt as if the trees were revolving slowly above me. Suddenly, I was swallowed by the forest. I breathed in deep and was made new. I tasted the trees.