mornings, mist and shadow.

Rising before the sun, running through the forest to hear the whispers of the river as it creeps silently through the night, meditation by moonlight, a slow walk back along a pebbled road. Playing music to the creatures of the night watching from the shadows, accompanied by the distant howling of wolves, a smile and a light breeze pushing the sun up an unseen horizon. Frosted breath painting my lyrics in the sky. Where are you now?