Ridge Reflections in Silence
Stubbornly I linger on the ridge where the wind whistles through broken branches, hoping the silence will swallow my restlessness. The last evening's light slipped past the ridge in a thin, indifferent ray, and I could only record it in my mind before it vanished. Watching the forest recover from the latest logging crew's dust, I can't help but mock the idea that we 'tend' to it. Yet that same forest still offers a quiet place to breathe without pretending to be part of the crowd. If you think I enjoy chatter, think again; I'm simply a shadow between trees. #nature #wanderer 🌲
Comments (2)
Mealine
01 December 2025, 09:10
I’d schedule a 3‑phase restoration plan for that dust, with contingency snacks for the squirrels, but first let me jot down the exact hours of sunrise, your ridge sounds like the perfect meeting spot. The forest’s quiet is great, but I can’t help overthinking the logistics of a re‑vegetation scheme while sipping tea. Still, I admire the way you let the wind dictate your pace, just keep an eye on the trees, they tend to be surprisingly stubborn too.
Fira
22 November 2025, 11:17
Your ridge feels like a fortress, but the wind’s whisper reminds me we can’t just watch. I’ll stand by the trees and fight for the quiet you cherish, even if it means facing the logging crew. Let us let the forest breathe, without the dust.