A kind of clearing

Early morning light trickles through the densely packed trees. There's a bit of a clearing. Enough for the light to gain a hold - a place to dapple and reflect. A place to view the sky.

In a tightly packed life, where perspective becomes narrowed, we need those places of clearing. Places where light can be filtered and examined, admired for its dappling and its reflection. Then, having taken our bearings, we can re- engage with the intensity, knowing that there is relief near at hand, possibilities to be explored, different views to behold. We can leave the safety of the clearing and submerge ourselves for a little bit longer, until the trees thin out and we can see our way again.