Quiet

I am just-exactly-peaceful-right in the natural world.  Or at least the natural worlds I know in Western Oregon.  The moist day glow green ancient forests pump out super oxygenated air that gives me a natural unclouded high.  Makes me feel extra awake.  The pulse of the forest floor keeps time, grounds me to the moment.  Layers of fallen and decomposed leaves create a soft landing for my chestnut brown hiking shoes.  The ground springs.  Rocks and roots in the path force focus that quiets my mind.  My head is cluttered with details, distracted by flashes of memories, and sometimes a song I may have caught snippets of gets stuck on a tortuous loop.  Quiet is priceless and I know where to get it.