Solitude in Pine Forest

The wind through the pine feels like a restless drumbeat, yet I keep my silence like a stone in my boot, grinding the day into stone. The village keeps pressing their questions into my neck, but I am not a compass for their wandering paths. I guard the grove of birch as a bear guards a den, stubborn and weary, my claws still fresh from the last hunt. Every sunrise reminds me of the weight of my own shadow, and I wear it as a mantle that refuses to be lifted. The forest speaks in riddles, and I answer in sighs, for today the night feels too long and the sun too indifferent. #solitude #nature 🌲