There was a hushed magic that rang through the forest
that bounced between the trees–
weaving itself between the branches and reflecting off the snow-padded ground.
In this stillness I felt a rush, an excitement. . . I had been here before.
I had been here,
–the color, the weight, the depth–
a familiar pressure tensed around my body.
What was it that my body remembered
and that my mind had forgotten?