Give me quiet places.
Places where thought trickles down like sunlight through layers of leaves, where it lands, gentle, on the ground in soft illuminations.
Places where there is time to adjust to the world changing, where the daylight stays just a bit longer every day and the plants push their way through the earth, and leaves unfurl from buds that have hinted at purpose since midwinter.
Give me places where I can walk as a creature among creatures, only judged by the mildest of curiosity. Where the symphony of birds does not break from song at my appearance.
Let me wrap myself in the mist. Let me watch it soften everything around me.
It may melt a little, and I may melt a little within myself.
And, then, let me find my way Home.