solstice peace. a dog friend asked, what do you see in the forest in winter. you see the forest in winter. as you see, you also think differently, walking in the forest in winter. you listen as your footsteps echo the ground, and the light changes, and the birds tap the sleeping trees. you observe from within your warmth as your thoughts become the forest, leaving behind the noise of the city, and the absent forest of words. you recall the city you will return to, as a distant machine. you note how the silence rings differently in your ears, more akin to nature. you realize your life is a mysterious suspension between something and nothing. you bring back what you can bring.