Roland, Asks Nothing
His thoughts move between regret and forgiveness. Grey trunks and golden leaves stand by, patient witnesses to autumn’s approach.
Here, in the hush, a weight lifts. His own voice returns—gentler, more honest than it ever sounds in a meeting room.
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I truly believe nature has a way of healing us, touching us, without words but just time with her. Maybe the wind takes it all away. Just being present lifts the weight! Well done!
I closely relate to this one. I’ve always walked when I’ve felt unsettled or had a big life decision to make, and my walking was almost always in a natural setting.