Invisibility

Curled on the edge of the couch with my coffee I can hear a robin in the trees. Then a chickadee and cardinal. I hunger for this peace. The calls to one another as the fly in and out of the safety of there branches.

To be enveloped in this forest with my camera is my breathing place. The place where nothing bothers me as I try to capture just a moment of my happy place. My dream world of freedom. Real time daydreams.

Walking down the empty gravel road; the sound of slight crunching and shuffling beneath the tread of my shoes. Inhaling the smells of whatever season it may be to store in my memory bank. And having the chance to snap it, perceive it, and admire like many don’t understand.