Oh my, yes, it was an amazing surprise.
Not only those magical mushrooms… not only red head peeking from the grassy, mossy underworld…
But also, the rest.
Somehow I again was able to come back to this place.
One of the oldest spots, of course known, where still are they…
Okay, maybe the toadstools were a bit overdone but still worked!
I was flying!!!
Nope, still alive.
Come on… not like them… although, when I think about them, about those whispers and plants, trees so tall… maybe they are alive and I…
I just am.
Here though truly am…
Walking, breathing, finally being one with myself and universe… or whatever it is called. Or however it is defined.
And then… t.b.c.