
144 Followers
Across snowy branches, lynx prints marked a quiet path We followed them until they disappeared into mystery Some trails aren’t meant to be completed—only honored
A great white’s shadow passed below our boat Silence fell over all of us, like reverence Predators can inspire awe, not just fear
A ring of mushrooms circled an old birch, a fairy’s dance floor set beneath dappled light, and children whispered stories when they passed it.
On patrol. Nothing escapes that stare.